Call it "In Memory of Elizabeth Coughlin." Whatever, it's just an excuse to play one of my favorite songs of all time from perhaps the greatest live band of all time with their original line-up. I love YouTube. I love the Allman Brothers. I hate the NFL.
Ahhhh, sports. A wonderful escape from life's problems. Nothing beats settling down in front of the TV to watch my favorite teams strive for success.
Unless, of course, you're talking about the Giants, who've been done as done can be (as far as I'm concerned) ever since the final whistle blew in that Tennessee debacle. They've somehow squeaked out 7 wins purely on the strength of their talent, and they may very well make the playoffs, but I have no appetite for this team whatsoever. By and large, they're a bunch of sloppy, gutless, heartless, penalty-ridden trash-talkers. What a team. I've never been less excited about the possibility of a playoff berth, and I CERTAINLY was never less excited about a December matchup with the Eagles with the playoffs on the line. I had no doubt in my mind that they would lose that game. I can barely take watching them anymore. After Tennessee, the only way they would've redeemed themselves in this fan's eyes was to bounce back and win the division. So much for that. Good luck in the playoffs, big Blue. I only hope Filip Bondy writes hatchet-job columns about each and every one of you.
As for the Knicks, that's another story. God, what a plucky team. The way they pull together and overcome adversity with suffocating defense and unselfish ball distribution, I mean, it's the stuff of legends. When you're talking about all-time pantheonic NBA teams, I think it'll go: (1) 2006 Knicks, (2) 1986 Celts, and (3) 1996 Bulls. Really.
Now, some of you may have heard that the Knicks got into a brawl over the weekend with the Denver Nuggets. Knowing what you know about the Knicks, I'm going to give you a multiple choice question regarding the cause of that brawl:
(a) Long-standing feud with bitter arch-rival Nuggets finally boiled over;
(b) Knick players upset with Nugget players administering cheap-shots after Knicks had built a huge lead;
(c) Knicks were getting the slop beat out of them yet again, and decided to "fight back" by acting like a bunch of thugs.
Ahhh, sports. Good grief. When do pitchers and catchers report?
Since I have nothing else to say about a Giants' season gone to complete shit or a quiet off-season thus far for the Metsies, I'll step back and let SRV's guitar do the talking this afternoon. This is an absolutely awe-inspiring rendition of "Texas Flood" from a 1983 set at some club in Toronto. I don't think I've ever seen any guitarist (other than Jimi) get this much mileage out of a simple 12-bar blues jam. Watch it.