It took me 11 months to figure out, sports is still the one and only love of my SuePer life!
So, at the end of the year 2011, hand in hand with the National Basketball Association and their Nothing But Amazing players, I AM BACK:
to talk about sports, to laugh about assuming players, to sing about unsung heroes, to slash about unsportsmanlike conducts and behaviors.
It all starts from my heart, my school, and my teams.
The wisest thing I've learned from my favorite professor Dan Durbin, from my favorite class, "Sports, Media and Society", when I was a master student at USC Annenberg School for Communications and Journalism, is: USC to the NCAA Football, is as the Lakers to the NBA, the Yankees to the MLB, the Michael Schumacher to the Formula One, the Zinedine Zidane to soccer, the Michael Jordan to basketball, and the Tiger Woods to golf: the more you try to oppress them, the harder they will hit back; the more you try to squelch them, the greater they will blast back.
No bowl games? No problem. Nothing speaks better for itself than teaching the waddling Ducks how to walk in their yard, and showing the smug Bruins how to boast in our house! I weep for the TV network broadcasting the Rose Bowl tonight, trust me, I understand how much this kills you to play this "a tale of two losers".
No scholarship for potential players? No problem. Great programs and organizations work better than the greatest magnets, they attract great players rather than chase players to come. You want great history? Who beats Pete Carrol's Team Trojans generation by generation. You want great reputation? Who beats the countless dynamic duos of "Leinart-Bush", "Barkley-Woods"? You want great players? Who beats O.J. Simpson, Carson Palmer, Troy Polamalu, Mark Sanchez, Clay Matthews in their time and category? You want great weather? Who beats LA in featuring four seasons in one day? You want great exposure? Who beats LA paparazzi in celebrity hunting? You name it, you won't miss it.
So dear NCAA, you've racked your mind and shed dry your sweat and tears for the past two years, just to find a cannot-be-fancier way to prove that we USC Trojans, are the TEAM of the College Football Universe. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
One video to salute my school WE ARE SC!
Speaking of football, I am officially back to the NFL as well.
Just when I was about to become a not-so-crazy fan of the Lions, the Bills and all the other flash-in-the-pan teams at the beginning of my Saints-Marching-Back season, they showed me how untrustworthy a team's record could be early in the season. Suffice it to say the Packers win over my Saints at the very beginning of this season. No offense Cheese fans, I have all my respect to your discount double check dancer. In fact, if it were not for Drew Brees, not for Coach Sean, not for long-gone Reggie Bush and new-comer Darren Sproles, not for the best-dunking tight end Jimmy Graham, not for Pierre Thomas, Marcus Colston, Robert Meachem, Lance Moore, Devery Henderson, not for each and every one on my Saints squad, not for each and every fan in my Saints Superdome, I might have been an Aaron Rogers Green Bay fan.
Who dat say the Packers are unconquerable? We Saints dat!
Who dat say the NFC Championship is one hell of a game to watch of this decade and even this century? We Saints dat!
Who dat say the Super Bowl XLVI will be a black-and-gold feast of touchdown dishes? We Saints dat!
Mark my words here buddies! I am going to receive my best birthday gift just one month before my March 5 birthday next year. Load and Behold! Words are never enough to express my love for my team, my New Orleans Saints.
Just when I started forgetting about what an unBLAKEable alley-oop is like, what a CHRIspectacular move is like, or what a HEAT-THE-CHEAT chant is like, the NBA is right around the corner and ready for a come back.
For the NBA, I care more about whether the Clippers are on the verge of climbing up than about whether the Lakers/Celtics are on the edge of breaking down. I care more about whether there will be a CP3-DH12 union in my favorite city of Big Easy than whether CP3 will pay himself to join the big guys in Big Apple. I care more about whether Blake Griffin would lead his Clippers squad to another amazing year than whether the Heattles would continue its success in living up to all their haters dreams and failure in living up to all the experts and gamblers sketches.
This is start of the best time of the sports year, this is the end of the worst time of the sports year.
When I am back to my sweet SuPer SuPorts dome, I am Optimus Prime the Female!
TO BE TOUCHDOWNING ON...
