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Blue's Rant
Archive - 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006 - 4:23am OK, here I am damn near 9 hours later, and still wondering if I should hold off on writing about that absolute shitstorm we called game yesterday. I have attempted this addition to my front page blog, why? Because I am still so goddamn fucking pissed off. I will try again later... like, ummm, Wednesday. maybe then I'll have calmed down. Doubt it. Eli keeps his cool : Eli Manning rolled his eyes when the first question was asked, even though he knew it was coming. The Giants' beleaguered quarterback faced a Wednesday round of "What's wrong with you?" questions after his less-than-sterling effort Monday night in Jacksonville. He answered all of them with a variation of a basic "I've just got to play better" response, but he stood by his locker and answered them all, including one about his rather stoic nature. "You can't change your personality, you can't change anything you do," Manning said about suddenly becoming a kick-butt figure in the huddle. "You have to be yourself. If I come out and do something different that's not me or not real, it's not going to fool the players." Osi back ... almost : DE Osi Umenyiora, sidelined since the Oct. 23 Dallas game with a hip flexor injury, returned to individual workouts. But coach Tom Coughlin, who lists Umenyiora as questionable for Sunday, does not know when he'll return to the field. "It's good news," Coughlin said, "but I'm not promising anything. I'm just saying he's going to do his individuals, and we'll see how he reacts to that and see how he is the next day." The rest of the Giants on the long list of injured defensive players did not practice, and they were joined by rookie NT Barry Cofield (groin), who was injured Monday. Cofield and LB Brandon Short (thigh) are questionable, and DE Michael Strahan (foot) and CB Sam Madison (hamstring) are doubtful. Tennessee TE Ben Troupe is headed to injured reserve after breaking his foot in Sunday's win over Philadelphia. FINALLY! Sept. 9, 2006- Jiminy Crickets! I didn't think the goddamn season was ever gonna get here! People can harp on this whole brother vs. brother thing all they want. All I know is tomorrow night the Indianapolis Colts are going DOWN. And for those of you that will be joining us at the stadium, I wanna hear you people get LOUD! Hell, even you folks that will be watching from your couches, or neighborhood bars, I want to hear you. Coach says he needs us. Shockey called out for us. Let's do our share and show the world what "the 12th man" really means. I mean, if 80,000+ New Yorkers and Jersey... what are they? Jerseyites?... can't rock a stadium vocally, who the hell can? I'll be rollin' over at 6E, so, come on over and say hey if you like. See you there! Wooo hooo! Game One of our Super Bowl season, bitches! The Roster... As Of Today, Anyway Sept. 5, 2006- OFFENSE (25)
Camp Notes - August 6, 2006 (Morning) This is
basically gonna be my camp wrap up. Although most of it is from this
morning, the main observations are culled from my 10 days here. Osi Umenyiora, Thou Art My Enemy Aug. 4, 2006 - Ok, not really, but, boy did he piss me off today. If you're here looking for a bunch of camp notes about what happened on the field, I can't help you since I couldn't see a fucking thing from where I was sitting. Shockey was out on the field by me, which would be across the field from everyone else and the huge crowd, jammed together like sardines, on that side. He ran full-field for a bit, then was joined by Emmons. He was standing right in front of me for about 5-6 minutes, but, by the time I figured out how to get my digital camera out of "movie mode", I looked up and he was gone. Dan, aka Hats, later came by and said he was on the bike, but, I wouldn't know due to, well, I've explained my view. Then for a little while they had the backs on "my field" throwing passes to each other. At that particular time, my shitty seat was worth the comedic entertainment. Tiki Barber, that renaissance man, actually threw a damn pretty ball. The rest of them... well, no comment. Now back to Umenyiora: Here I am, looking absolutely fab in my Osi jersey, standing along the fence where none of the players were leaving the field, when, Glory Be!, here comes Barber, Umenyiora and Tuck sneaking out the quiet side. Quiet, that is, until someone spotted Barber, screamed his name, and a swarm of ankle biters and teenagers, with no respect for the common laws of polite society, came flooding over. Not one to power blast through children, I patiently wait by the fence for my boys to come up. Barber stops, we chat for a minute, he signs my notebook and moves on. Next, WOO HOO, here comes Osi! He gets to about 5 people ahead of me and takes off. Stops and comes back about 5 people behind me... So, I move down the fence and he does it again. I yell "Osi, man! How do you blow you off someone rockin' your jersey, brother?" Either he didn't hear me, unlike the 30 people around me who laughed, or he ignored me. I tried once again. He did it again. I gave up. And during this ridiculous time, Tuck, who I adore, slipped past me. I hung my head, left, went back to my hotel room and drowned my sorrows in two huge bowls of Cookie Crisp cereal. No practice tomorrow, which is good because I now have a complex, but, I will try again on Sunday. I leave Sunday night, so, this is my last shot. If you hear about some crazy blonde bitch going postal at Giants training camp, on the news, you will know I was unsuccessful in my pursuit. Please send bail money. Camp Notes - August 2, 2006 Today, my friends, was a very good day. It didn't start off that way since I couldn't make it through more than a half hour of this morning's practice. It was so fucking hot and humid, and I was having trouble breathing. Yes... that hot. Plus, I was getting mad that practice wasn't called and my boys had to practice in that shit when I, who was just sitting on the grass, could barely breathe. I'm sure that added to my ummm... heatedness. Anyway, this evening's practice was a good one. Lots of action and the temperature, mercifully, dropped quite a bit after a mild afternoon storm. (Oh.. with the heat index, whatever the fuck that is, temps had reached 107. Help.) Some quick observations: Finn hasn't gotten an equal amount of practice time. I haven't heard anything regarding him nursing an injury, so, I don't know what that's all about, but, he seems to really be coming into his own more and more each year. Looking even more bullish. Manning seems to be incredibly comfortable with his offense. You can also see him instructing (?) the other QBs, which is amusing considering the journeymen on the team. Definitely the leader we expected him to become. Lorenzen is still the chunkiest QB I have ever seen, but, he does appear to have lost quite a bit of weight. His throwing style is crazier than ever, but, it seems to work for him... also seems to throw off the defense. The RBs got ALOT of receiving practice. Barber, I don't even have to mention, is just wreaking havoc on his defenders. Jacobs is still running too high, but, I don't know if he's just too big to get that low or it's just never going to happen. He's still a friggin' beast. During KO reps, Morton came blasting down the field fast. All the way down. Most guys run about 3/4 of the way, but, not him. He runs the whole field. I, along with the rest of the crowd, kept waiting for Feely to hit the camera guy at the top of the boom, but, alas, another day of disappointment. Some amazing catches made today. A crazy one by Carter, followed by a cougar-speed run down the field really got the crowd pumped up. As Dan "Hats" said, "That was a 60 yard touchdown." Another crazy ass catch, at knee level, was made by Ponder. I still don't know how he got that ball. I loved it. He also had another beautiful one surprisingly caught, thrown by Hasselbeck perfectly. Another brawl broke out, but, it was hard to see what happened. I think Whitfield was involved. I could swear it was a #70 I saw flashing in between the legs of the players crowded around. Plax didn't practice although, other than his shorts, he was dressed to. Shockey wasn't even out on the field today. All in all a crowd-pleasing day at UA today. Add to that a strawberry donut for dinner and it was a damn good day. Until tomorrow... Quick Camp Notes - July 31, 2006 I don't have alot to report today, being as today my sightlines sucked ass, yesterday they were off and Saturday there really wasn't much to report except for a couple of beautiful passes, etc... One thing of note: I NEVER want Jeremy Shockey pissed off at me. I'm not really sure what happened, due to the aforementioned suck-ass sightlines, but, there was alot of noise coming from the crowd and then a small brawl broke out. Mainly between Moore and someone I couldn't tell who it was. Shortly after that, my boy, Shockey came walking up the side of the field, following the helmet he had tossed, pissed off about something. I don't know if he was wide open and the ball was thrown into the midst of many (hence the noises of the crowd)... no idea. He proceeded to pace around, behind everyone else, like a caged beast. Yelled he was going to kick some mother fucker's ass (his words not mine), who I don't know, and then the gloves came off. Literally, that is. I thought he was done for the day since he finished muttering and then went down on one knee far behind the rest of everyone. Whatever it was, he got over it pretty quickly. Although he did clip Antonio Pierce pretty good when he came back into play. Someone was looking for some contact, I'd say. LOL Other than that, today's practice was relatively uneventful. One thing I've noticed the last couple of days is how GOOD they all look. Shockey's body is just ridiculous. I say that not only as an obsessed football fan, but as a woman. Whoa. Ponder seems to have added some heft. Arrington looks damn near sleek. Manning has grown some muscle. Strahan looks 10 years younger. Toomer, who is always near physically perfect, found a way to look even better. My boys have been eating their Wheaties during the off-season. They know this is our year to take it all. See ya's tomorrow. I'm Outta Here! July 28, 2006 - Take off is scheduled for exactly 6 hours from now. Wooo hooo! That's all I've got to say about that. The next time you hear from The Blue One, I will typing away from a hotel room across the street from my boys in blue. So, until then, my fellow freaks... Training Camp Is A-Coming July 3, 2006 - Wooo hooo! 25 days from now, as far as I'm concerned, football is back! Reservations have been made 6 months in advance, so, this year I can kiss that shithole Motel 6 goodbye, and move on up to the highside of life at the Extended Stay right across from campus. Last year was the last straw when The Pigman got arrested and spent 4 days in the pound for defending our room. Anyway, back to camp. If you look at this year's camp schedule, you will see that the times are even more fucked up than last year. (You can view the 2006 camp schedule HERE) Lots of night practices though, so, that should be good considering how hellaciously hot and humid Albany gets in August. I'd hate to see any of my boys collapsed on the field. Or me for that matter. I'll be going up Friday night, July 28th and leaving Monday morning, August 7th. So if any of you people who are coming up, and will be around at that time, would like to hook up, just shoot me an email.
Something Else Pissing Me Off These Days June 22, 2006 - I can't be the only one who finds the media coverage of that circus known as The Strahan Divorce friggin' ridiculous. When did the respected NEWSpapers become little more than Entertainment Tonight? This is front page news? And don't even get me started on that bitch he married. "What a bad boy he is," you can hear her cry. "He had the audacity to buy himself cars!" Fuck you. I didn't see your ass out there on the field taking a pounding, never knowing when your next paycheck will be your last. He can buy whatever the hell he feels like buying. It's his money. Weren't you selling fucking soap, or some such thing, when he met you? I'd like to see you tear a pectoral muscle doing that. (You can't see me, but, I'm rolling my eyes in a manner that would make a 13 year old girl proud.) I'd love to see some guy bitching about what I spend money on that I break my ass making everyday. I'm damn sure that would make front page news, too. It would be because of the bloodshed that ensued. Michael: Stay strong. Stand your ground. Oh, and if you need someone to go slap that wench back into reality, you just holla. Enough Already With The Plax Bullshit June 19, 2006 - I don't know about anyone else, but, I'm tired of hearing about all the drama about the supposed "rift" between Burress and Coughlin, and Burress and Manning. Yes, I understand that it makes for sensational headlines, especially in these days of no real news, but, for Christ's sake, give it up already, you... ahem... journalists. Plax walking out, after the Panthers game, in which NOONE was jumping for joy after a 23-0 playoff loss, was a completely bitch thing to do. Noone can, or would, deny that. Even Jerry Rice, who I have the utmost respect for, jumped in with his opinion stating : "After losing a game of that magnitude, for him not to show up at the last team meeting? I'm sorry, Plaxico, that doesn't go that far with me. If you're going to be a complete player you've got to be a leader and, even when things don't go right, you've still got to be a professional. You've got to show up and you've got to let the younger guys know this is the way we do things around here. I don't know where he's coming from, but I was very surprised by that." I agree. And it disturbs me that he doesn't regret it, but, that's his prerogative. Burress, Manning and Coughlin have said, repeatedly, that it's in the past and there's no ill feelings amongst them. Can't we just, for once, accept that even though it's not tabloid material? It happened. It's over. Let's move on. We have a Super Bowl to prepare for, bitches.
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