You’ll never guess who was the earliest advocate of an eight-team college football playoff

Intransigence by corporate interests, media interests, and Big Ten leadership all have been the objects of blame for college football’s failure to move away from the BCS-based postseason format, and many of those same interests will continue to face blame when dissatisfaction builds with the newly proposed “plus one” system set to begin after the current BCS contract runs out in 2013. Particularly in SEC and Big XII country, Jim Delaney, commissioner of the Big 10, has played the role of lightning rod, the embodiment of resistance new college football’s new competitive order

Interestingly, though, it appears that it was from Delaney’s Big 10 that the vision of college football’s yet-unrealized future first emanated. From The Milwaukee Journal, November 1, 1966:

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What really happened in the Pacquiao-Bradley fight?

I do love conspiracy theories, and there’s no better way to end a Sunday or start a Monday than with a video like this. Timothy Bradley’s win by split decision over Manny Pacquiao was much maligned by media of all stripes, and even Bradley’s camp seemed a bit tentative in the aftermath of a victory over someone considered one of the top two fighters in the world.

I did not watch this match, so I don’t have my own opinion on it, but I’ve questioned the HBO announcers’ view of fights before, so I’m not shocked that someone else would do the same. Judge for yourself:

(via BigLeadSports)
(HT: Awful Announcing)

King James Approximately: A Summer Jam from Florida

Plenty of below average songs about Miami came to mind when I woke up this morning and learned that the Heat had won the NBA championship, but I thought it would be better for everyone to raise the level of geographic generality a little bit to broaden the options. Having done that, and recalling that the first day of summer was this week, the choice was pretty easy. Here’s “Mainline Florida,” the last cut off of the great early summer album, 461 Ocean Boulevard:

Please ignore the video uploader’s errant comma and make like Mike Miller and don’t let your troubles keep you from having a great weekend.

24/7: The 2011-2012 New York Rangers’ highs and lows, with Tracy Morgan

For whatever reason (probably because I don’t watch their games), I always have a hard time keeping track of just who’s on the New York Rangers, but I did have in my mind that they were favorites in the East this year, and I was surprised they weren’t the ones meeting LA in the finals. This look inside the locker room offers some answers, though:

Quick video hit on Bill Murray, co-owner of minor league baseball team

Some light fare to start your day. SB Nation’s Amy K. Nelson posted this short bit about Bill Murray: Minor League Baseball Team Owner.

Makes me glad to be headed to a minor league ballpark this weekend.

Also, how am I just now discovering Amy K. Nelson?

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Hit Bull, Win Steak: A meaty review of Bull Durham

Dr. Dwayne

More from Andy, the West Coast Elite who brought you this and was a guest host on the ALDLAND Podcast a few weeks ago:

Or, How I learned to stop Worrying and embrace that NBA Players can wear whatever they want.
OR can they????

All I’ll add is that I’m still waiting for the tipping point– I mean, let’s be (un)real: we’ve got NBA’ers wearing specs with no lenses– and that looks like a player doing a press conference with a monocle and a bubble pipe. There’s still time.

The Rev. Al Green reminds us why a prophet is not accepted in his hometown

Jesus said to them, “Surely you will quote this proverb to me: ‘Physician, heal yourself! Do here in your hometown what we have heard that you did in Capernaum.’ I tell you the truth,” he continued, “no prophet is accepted in his hometown.” – Luke 4:23-24.

Legendary soul singer Al Green was born in Arkansas, and he’s an ordained pastor at a Memphis church, but Grand Rapids, Michigan is his hometown. He grew up here from a young age, and he attended the same now-defunct high school as Gerald Ford.

But when Rev. Green returned to GR for the first time in over ten years, he mailed in his homecoming. After starting more than an hour and fifteen minutes late, Green played for not more than an hour and offered no encore, though after a brief, mostly flat performance, the disappointed audience’s request for an encore was pretty tepid.

Yes, Green still has his vocal range, if not a youthful stamina, and his twelve-piece band was fine. He sang “Let’s Stay Together,” and he did a disjointed medley of Motown snippets, but his brief set left the audience wanting a lot more. That may be an appropriate strategy for an up-and-coming act playing small clubs and building a following. It really isn’t an appropriate strategy for an established stars playing to a sold-out crowd, each of whom ended up paying more than a dollar a minute for Green to coast through his light performance.

While the, “It sure is great to be here in [fill in the blank city]!” is a throwaway line musicians use at every stop on a tour, it is a meaningful ritual because the audience really does love it, and because observing its execution can offer insight into the performer’s commitment to the individual performance. Whatever its value, Green didn’t make it easy to definitively answer the question, “does he know where he is?”, scattering his geographical shout-outs across the state. Although a tally of municipal mentions upon review of the concert transcript (those exist, right??) likely favored Grand Rapids, Green acknowledged Ann Arbor, Flint, Lansing, Muskegon, and other locales during his time on stage. The number of Michigan cities he named may have outpaced the number of songs he performed, which actually might sort of be a backhanded compliment to the Michigander audience in light of the state’s inferiority complex. Green sufficiently resolved whatever uncertainty existed in the fans’ minds when he sent us off with, “Good night Pontiac!”, though. Regardless of whether he knew where he was, he didn’t care, and that was illustrative of his approach to the night as a whole.

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Previously
Hang out at the Hangout
ALDLAND’s 2011 live music reviews

Hit Bull, Win Steak: A meaty review of Bull Durham

I was in Durham earlier this month, and my gracious hosts sent me on my way with a copy of Bull Durham, the 1988 baseball film shot on location and starring Kevin Costner, Susan Sarandon, and Tim Robbins, and featuring William O’Leary, and I’m glad they did.

I don’t watch enough movies to make for a legitimate writer of movie reviews– a sketchy draft writeup on Slap Shot has been gathering e-dust since my first viewing last fall– but I know enough to know an enjoyable movie when I see one, and Bull Durham is that. Keep reading…

The U.S. Open golf tournament turned interesting shortly after it ended

Maybe obviously, I am not a big fan of golf. I did play it yesterday, though, which is but one of the many things I prefer to watching it.

As luck would have it, there actually was an interesting moment at the U.S. Open, though fans had to wait for the trophy presentation to see it. That was when someone named Jungle Bird— apparently an anti-deforestation activist– involved himself in said trophy presentation. Awful Announcing has some details and video.

If there was one thing I hated more than golf, it was deforestation. Added to the list of things I hate more than golf: golf without Jungle Bird.