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The Antoine Walker trade will be beneficial to everyone in a rather unique way. Pat Riley gets a kindred soul in Ricky Davis, who is just as knowledgable about hair care with his cornrolls as Pat Riley is about hair grease. For Walker, who was in Riley's doghouse because of his fluctuating weight. Walker's often been likened to Yogi Berra because of their shared love for consuming exorbitant amounts of snacks and picnic baskets. Now that he is no longer a prisoner to the tropical climate of South Florida, he can hibernate during the freezing winters of Minnesota at nearby Jellystone Park. Booboo was unavailable for comment.



Boston College clawed their way Thursday night to a late win

over 8th ranked the Virginia Tech Hokies in Lane Stadium but it wasn't until the waning seconds that the party really started. Well... to be more specific a keg party broke out on the BC sideline complete with an apparently inebriated Matt Ryan. That would explain a late 1st down scramble by Ryan in which he attempted to slide, dove and bounced off his own chest.
And in case you missed as the clock wound down ESPN cameras caught Matt Ryan puking his guts out. Thats what happens when you go all Animal House and spike the Gatorade cooler. After chugging up dinner, Ryan bumped chests with Coach Zag so vigrously he fell to the ground. Theo Epstein already looks like an immature frat boy, Papelbon did the Riverdance and Ortiz dons beer goggles in the dugout. Does the entire state of Massachusetts need an AA sponsor?

Now they can nap in Peace...
Before the Boston Red Sox swept the Rockies to win their first World Series since 2004, their was an entire generation of toddlers in diapers who had never seen the Red Sox as World Series champions. Suddenly, potty trainers became a lot less scary.
I feel like we've unearthed Pandora's box here with the reversals of the Red Sox and Yankees fortunes.

Goodell's desire is to import football into Europe and make the NFL, the world's passion. Unfortunately, Europe already has a very similar sport which enthralls and captivates its fans(it's not european football/soccer because that's a synonym not a similar sport). Europeans look at American football as a water down, less physical version of rugby. If the NFL actually wanted to spread football's popularity they'd export the Florida Gators who play Rugby with Tim Tebow's body day in and day out.

Speaking of the Miami Dolphins, how ironic would it be after decades of members of the '72 team sipping champagne to celebrate the defeat of the last undefeated team each season if the Colts or Patriots plowed their way to an unbeaten season while the Dolphins finished with the only 0-16 season in NFL history? Instead of sipping champagne together would the '72 Dolphins symbolically sacrifice themselves to the football gods at midfield of Dolphin stadium while Steve Spurrier and the '74 Buccananeers break out the bubbly? The stench of decaying Dolphins would be a pleasant distraction for fans of this lifeless franchise.

One of the most overrused phrases in sports has to be "This team came to play today". At this rate, I hope the Dolphins literally, do not show up to play. This way an asterik will be juxtaposed next to their season in NFL record books(*enjoyed London too much, stayed and failed to show up for second half of the season) without the added sorrow and agony of dashed hopes every Sunday. With any luck, they'll let Tim Crowder pilot the plane.

Oregon's thrilling win over perennial powerhouse, Southern Cal could have been an instant classic without Petros Papadakis doing the color commentary. I'm serious, he turned an otherwise intriguing matchup into a nails on chalkboard track meet. I thought a liqured up Fran Drescher had wandered into the studio nagging about a splinter in her toe. Luckily, the smoke detector, went off allowing me to watch the ending in peace.