After having to endure Brenneman and Charles Davis, I must say that Brent Musburger belongs in his own group of echelons. Perhaps his own perch. Thursday night’s BCS Championship might have been the worst big game broadcast ever.

When you add the 1,749 shots of the band and shots of everything but football players and what they are doing, it could be the worst broadcast I have ever watched and/or heard.

It’s hard to say what I hated most about the awful broadcasting team: The incessant sucking off of “Superman” Tim Tebow, the constant stream of mistakes (thinking it was fourth-and-goal when it was third-and-goal) or the general idiocy (Davis pointing out that the ball had already crossed the plane before Murphy fumbled on Florida’s first TD, when the only real question was whether he was down before the ball crossed the plane, not whether he fumbled).

“Your life will be better if you could only spend five minutes around him like we did this last week.”

One of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard.

Piss-poor in every aspect.

Just another addition of sports broadcasters who freakin’ suck.

Yesterday kinda sucked. Alright, it sucked a lot. But the reason was because I wasn’t able to talk to Bekki at a time that I would have been able to if I were home.

I went out with my family yesterday and, although it was a fun time, I missed Bekki more than I can describe. What bothers me, though, is that before we left I debated whether or not to go, but I figured Bekki wouldn’t have had a chance to call during the day. Damn.

I talked to her for a couple of seconds at about 2 yesterday afternoon, and it was only a couple of seconds because my family was acting crazy (as usual) and my cousin’s husband was taunting me, coercing me to possibly sound grim because I was flipping him off the entire time.

Damn, that’s all I can say. Just damn. I miss her so damn much. I would give anything in the world just to be able to talk to her for at least a lengthy amount of time!

I’m going to be repeatedly kicking myself the next couple of days for not being able to talk to her yesterday. What a missed opportunity.

There are some songs out there that are just plain swill, either because they’re incessantly played over and over again on the radio or because the songs are just garbage and they’re getting more undeserved hype than the 2008-2009 Cleveland Cavaliers (sorry Cavs fans). This list will leave off some of the most atrocious songs that have ever been collaborated, and I apologize, but still, some of these songs may be ones you like, but the ones I will list are some that come to my mind first that I undoubtedly hate. I guess you could say the list could be unordered, as some are more annoying than others, but these are the songs that come to my mind first and foremost.

1.) “You’re Beautiful” by James Blunt — hearing this song makes me want to get blunted, just so I would be out of my mind to obstruct this song from being instilled in my brain (for all of you out there who have the comprehension mastery of a goat, that’s a play on words of James Blunt’s name). James Blunt’s epicene voice that polluted the top 10 hits in 2004 and 2005 drove a lot of mainstream music lovers crazy (in a craze that made them madly scream as if they were partaking in an orgy-fest). I’d rather bash my head against a wall while listening to the rapper Lil Jon yell “Yeah!” over and over during a mix of the song “A Milli” by Lil Wayne than listen to this garbage. Thank God that there’s a parody by Weird Al Yankovic (I believe?) called “You’re Pitiful,” which has the great lyrics that are “My life is brilliant, Your life’s a joke, You’re just pathetic, You’re always broke.” Not to mention it bashes video games in the bridge by saying “You’re half undressed, Eatin’ chips of your chest, While you’re playin’ Halo 2, No one’s classier than you.”

2.) “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry — Whenever I hear this song I keep wishing with false hope (I even begin feeling like a Chicago Cubs fan with all the false hope that becomes evident) that Katy Perry will shut the hell up. Instead I am forced to listen to a garbage song about faux lesbianism. Can someone explain to me why this song is even a hit? Really.

3.) “Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley — There are two reasons you just have to have a disdain for this song. 1.) It’s a rip-off of former professional basketball player, current TNT NBA analyst, not to mention the influence of The Crazy Knuckleheads, Charles Barkley. 2.) My aunt has had this song as her ringtone for over two years now. This song has driven me crazy — up the wall and to hell and back crazy! “Possssssibly.” Though I digress. It’s not exactly a horrible song — it’s just that I’ve heard it so damn much that I’d rather listen to a Los Angeles Lakers fan muse on the 1971 championship team than listen to “Crazy.” Tear it down like Charlie Brown.

4.) “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi — I actually like quite a bit of music by Bon Jovi. Howeva (as you read the word However written in Ebonic manner, think of Stephen A. Smith’s interpretation: HOWWEVAAHH), Wanted Dead or Alive is leaps and bounds overrated. It’s like a ballad gone wrong. The slow start, the skiddy middle of the song, combined with the lackluster follow-through, “Wanted Dead or Alive” ultimately fails like the 2004 New York Yankees.

5.) “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion — I wonder if this song would have been well known if the movie Titanic didn’t use it for its main entree for its soundtrack. Then again, some other sappy movie would have selected it anyway, like Armageddon (Aerosmith’s “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing” was prominent in that one). Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On” compels my heart to want to abruptly stop because even it cannot withstand the voice that Celine Dion presents in this pseudo hit of hers. This song reminds me of the 2005 Houston Astros’ World Series loss to the Chicago White Sox. In fact, it should serve as a commemoration of that season, as Astros fans’ hearts did go .. St. Louis Cardinals first basemen, slugger Albert Pujols, belted a home run in the top of the ninth of game five of the NLCS (well, Brad Lidge’s heart eventually did go on, anyway) before the Cards fell to the ‘Stros in game six.

6.) “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston — I physically have to leave the room when this monstrosity is on. This song makes me want to yell with incandescent rage. It serves as a semblance to that one annoying song that features that one woman that keeps saying “no one” over and over in that crybaby mentality voice that makes me want to change my name to Steve Bartman and move to Iowa.

7.) “The Reason” by Hoobastank — I remember when this song was at the height of its popularity in early 2005 and my cousin Sarah couldn’t stop playing this song over and over and over. The biggest reason this song is awful is because of the band’s name: Hoobastank. I know I’m the one-billionth person to say it, but why not change the name to Hoobastink after the shit they dropped with “The Reason”? They might as well never make a song again. The awful drivel the song turned out to be was a nightmare for all of those who have a taste in music. The constant guitar-blazing noise that reverberated concurrently with the lead singer’s repetition of the phrase “And the reason … and the reason …” This song is about as worthy as former professional football quarterback Ryan Leaf.

8.) “Illegal Alien” by Genesis — The unfettered idiocy and racism is breath-taking, but on top of that, you definitely get the sense that Genesis thinks that they’re being hilarious, but even forgetting its pure racism, the ‘jokes’ are generic and lame. “I Can’t Dance” is only an average song, but “Illegal Alien” just nails a place on the worst list.

9.) “Bleed It Out” by Linkin Park — OK, OK, I liked this song for about a month or two during late 2007, right up until I listened to it closely and became severely aggravated by its unofficial semblance to San Diego Chargers fans’ feelings toward head coach Norv Turner. This song makes me want to bleed to death like the way Chargers fans feel like their eyes are bleeding every time their defense takes the field (sans Shawn Merriman, who has missed the entire 2008 NFL season). I’m a fan of Linkin Park, especially Mike Shinoda, but this song — which has entirely too many emo qualities to list — is the worst they have ever comprised.

10.) Tie between “Crank Dat” and “Yah,” both by Soulja Boy — Both are definitely the most twee, vapid and frankly appalling excuses for ’songs’ I’ve ever heard. If either of these songs crack your favorite list, quit listening to music, buy a Milwaukee Bucks NBA hoodie, drink five consecutive 8 fl. oz. bottles of water and not take a whiz for over ten straight hours, then you can feel like the way I feel every time I hear either of the aforementioned songs.

If you disagree with any on the list, fine — feel free to spit and dispense your thoughts via comments. I’m hear to listen and negate your thoughts all with a bombastic twist which will own you in every way possible and trap you in a dazzling corner where you will never, ever be able to get yourself out of.

On the weekends when I have nothing to do, I find myself relaxing in a daze, thinking about Bekki. Not being able to take my mind off of her (although I’m not trying to stop thinking about her). I miss her; I miss hearing her voice, hearing words emanate from her. I would give anything just to talk to her for a couple of minutes, even a couple of seconds, just to hear her emit the words “I love you.” There’s nothing more that will light your heart up than hearing those three words. I love her so damn much. I can’t wait to talk to her tomorrow.

Blake Griffin is probably the best player in college basketball right now (Carolina and UConn fans, sit down — I know that you think Tyler Hansbrough and Hasheem Thabeet are more due, but don’t bother trying to convince me). The guy can get to the inside whenever he wants; he just muscles through other players to get there. His edgy offensive play allows him to be elusive and forces defenses to improvise a plan — that usually doesn’t work — to stop him.

Just wanted to say, I’m damn glad that college basketball is back and booming.

Jesus, it’s been a long time since I’ve written on here. Being grounded is NOT fun. I miss Troy a LOT, and I can’t wait until we can talk regularly again.

I’m going to go Troy’s way and write about random things.:

1.) What in the hell happened to Jewel?! Her first two albums, “Pieces of You” and “Spirit”, were AMAZING, but her newer ones are horrible. Especially “Stronger Woman”. Since when is she a country artist?

2.) I spent 2 hours in Barnes and Noble on Sunday, and lo and behold, “Breaking Dawn” (the last book in the Twilight series) was on a shelf with a sign above it that said “Thought Provoking”. The only thing that Stephanie Meyer’s books “provoke” in me is my upchuck reflex.

3.) I finished “To Kill a Mockingbird” yesterday, and it is now officially my second favorite book. Next to “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”, of course.

4.) I am going to kill the next person that asks me why I don’t wear makeup. 
5.) I hate it when people use the wrong form of “your” when typing, so I’ll take the time to tell you the difference.

YOUR is possesive. YOUR cat, YOUR house, YOUR mom. Like that.

YOU’RE is a CONTRACTION OF YOU AND ARE. YOU’RE stupid, YOU’RE pretty, YOU’RE cool.

Got it?

Well, that’s all for now. I’ll put more whenever I get a chance to get back on-line.

Marc’s poor play is like an equivalent insight on his sister’s ho’sing around, if you know what I mean.

Maybe you’ve heard of Meg Bulger.

She played college basketball at West Virginia, became a legend for overcoming injuries to be drafted into the WNBA, is the sister of NFL QB Marc Bulger and now she wants to become the next Erin Andrews. . . or possibly Jenn Sterger.

Meg studied communications at WVU and once told a local PBS affiliate that she had dreams of working the sidelines. That became a reality recently as Fox Sports Net put her in charge of sidelines for Pittsburgh high school playoff games.

According to the site BustedCoverage.com, Meg’s done a little more than stand the ground of the sidelines for a couple of high school football games. Get off your lazy ass and use a search engine to understand what I’m talking about; I don’t feel like looking for the damn link.

Upon the conclusion of the Rockets/Wizards game on ESPN, Matt Winer & Jalen Rose were discussing the free agent class of 2010 and Winer asked Rose’s thoughts on player movement.

Jalen said he has “extremely reliable sources” that say Chris Bosh and LeBron James will both be New York Knicks in the summer of 2010. He later followed that up by saying Bosh is definitely leaving, as he talked about the heartbreak the Raptors endured losing Tracy McGrady and subsequently Vince Carter, and with Cleveland and their sports history (no championships in Larry Bird knows how long, Jim Brown’s infamous fumble, etc.) and he said there is no chance Bosh and LeBron stay come 2010.

Great news for Raptors fans to top off a ‘great’ game against the New Jersey Nets

The Oklahoma Sooners trumped the Texas Tech Red Raiders 65-21 last night. In a marquee matchup that would test the Red Raiders’ football dexterity, Mike Leach’s gameplan was noted to thrive. Graham Harrell and the Red Raiders beat the Sooners in last year’s matchup in Jones AT&T Stadium. However, this year, in Gaylord Family Oklahoma Memorial Stadium, where Bob Stoops was 51-2 (now 52-2) at during his tenure coaching the Sooners, Texas Tech stood no chance.

Should have been expected, though, right?

Actually, no. The Texas Longhorns — behind the play of quarterback Colt McCoy — knocked off the Sooners, but then the Red Raiders knocked off the Longhorns. Who is the best team of these three? Looking at it in retrospect, it looks like the ‘Horns and the Sooners are the teams to beat, but how is that so when the Red Raiders beat the ‘Horns, the same ‘Horns who beat the Sooners?

It’s a convoluted league, it seems. It’s tough to judge these teams. But that’s why there is gambling and predictions set up so people can throw their money around just to lose it because a team didn’t play as well as expected, a team that was subdued by an inferior opponent because the superior opponent — whom the consensus bet on — didn’t gameplan as well as they usually did.

We’ll see how great the Alabama Crimson Tide are when they play the Florida Gators in the SEC championship game. For all we know, the Gators could shellack the Crimson Tide and we’d have Florida in the national title game against Oklahoma. Then again, Oklahoma could choke everything away in the Big 12 championship game.

What a load of crap.

We went to the FMBC (Florida Marching Band Championship) yesterday and took home 6th place from cat. 4A! Anyways, I have some people I’d like to thank.

• Brittany Sanchez, the colorguard co-captain, for being a complete and total —– the whole season. I had so much fun mocking the way you tried to push everyone around, but failing when you tripped over a word. Thanks a bunch!
• Mrs. Jones, the colorguard sponsor, for making us wear those orange swimsuit outfits so we froze our rears off at all the competitions. You rule, Mrs. Jones!
• The band parents, for making colorguard feel like worthless little —– for the entire season. And for that one mom who made the “Colorguard doesn’t do ANYTHING!” comment. Thanks.
• And last, but CERTAINLY not least, to the band members for never holding the door for me when I was carrying two 20 pound rifles, for pushing the guard out of the way when it was time for a water break at band camp, for kicking the EXPENSIVE equipment out of the way while we were doing sets, and just for being jerks in general.

Just thought I’d share how GREAT marching season has been for me. Can’t wait till next year!