That's On Point Archives for January 2009
So much going on these days it's nearly impossible to catch you're breath -- and that's just for
fans watching from the stands or the comfort of their sofas. There were two matches in the midweek
that were massive in shaping the rest of the 2009-10 Premier League season. Monday Chelsea, thanks
to a couple fortunate breaks, stopped its immediate skid and retained its spot atop the table.
Little different look for a post, mainly because I don't have a lot of time to write. Pretty
important weekend, again, in the Premier League. Since Chelsea is really wrapped up in the
Christmas Spirit (Joe Cole loves Egg Nog) and remains in the giving mood, the door is now ajar for
Manchester United and Arsenal to pounce for the title.
Tis the season, so let's keep it clean and come out boxing. As much as I'm on record as against the
loaded Holiday/Boxing Day fixture list in the Premier League, this year it isn't that big of an
issue. The traditional day-after-Christmas games fall on the traditional Saturday/Sunday, setting
up a viewing smorgasbord on par with the traditional idea of college bowl games on New Year's Day.
Another weekend, another set of crazy results. The 'Big Four' looked more like the Three Stooges,
taking a mere four points. (Liverpool is such a non-factor that they've assumed Curly Joe status.
What, too dated a reference? C'mon they're making a movie starring Jim Carrey, Sean Penn and
Benicio del Toro.
"What the fuck happened to our Trailer Park." -- Ricky, 'Trailer Park Boys'Look, the better pop
culture lead-in for today's Premier League pick scenario would have been referencing the classic
'Seinfeld' episode where George made the bold decision to so everything to the opposite of his
"Kings and sons of godTravel allThe way to EarthComing restless mileEasing all of themAll of them
for youStrange timesHere." -- "Strange Times", the Black KeysIf I told you that a game involving
Chelsea and Everton at Stamford Bridge would finish with six goals, wouldn't you put money toward a
5-1 result in favor of the Blues?
"Who am I? ... Where am I going." -- Tony Soprano/Kevin Finnerty, Season Six coma-fever dream.
(Look, on closer inspection the final season of the show isn't as bad as you remember when it first
aired.)As Father Time creeps ever closer to 2010, to me, the biggest issue a soccer club can have
is an identity crisis.
If you're not a "Mad Men" watcher, skip the next paragraph or two. Remember the episode this year
when Paul Kinsey stayed late to work on the Western Union telegraph campaign? Remember, how with
the aid of the helpful janitor, he cooked up the perfect idea? Remember how he woke up the next
morning dismayed since he hadn't written said genius idea down?
Quick trip down memory lane.It was December 2005. The World Cup Draw? Did anyone in America really
even care?Me? I was pissed. Pissed that the U.S. had drawn about as tough a group as possible.
Pissed that there wasn't too much, outside creepy message boards, to air my frustrations.So, what
did I do?
Due to a little development in Cape Town Friday morning. (International vintage sailing
convention.) I'm rattling off the usual Premier League preview/picks a little earlier so it doesn't
get buried. Here are a couple nuggets to hold you over. * Currently slogging through
"Soccernomics." Some of it is fascinating, the rest is skippable.
For whatever the reason, soccer tends to lend itself to conspiracies more than any other sport.
Yes, for years we've heard that NBA commish David Stern rigged the 1985 draft lottery so the Knicks
would land Patrick Ewing or how writers like Bill Simmons trumpet alleged "fixes" with spotty
referring to set up more television palpable matchups.