Andrew Bogut's Brilliant Squad 6

I've always liked Andrew Bogut. I have no idea why. Maybe it's the 26 double-doubles he compiled at the University of Utah. Maybe it's his crazy Australian/Croatian roots. Maybe it's because he showed up to his pre-Draft interview with Bucks owner Herb Kohl dressed in a suit, polished resume in hand. Or maybe it's just because of this. Regardless, I've enjoyed, albeit from a distance, Bogut's evolution from touted prospect to a potential All-Star, at least according to one overzealous Aussie blogger. 

But it's Bogut's recent philanthropic work in Milwaukee that pretty much ensures him of my continued support. (You're welcome.) Fed up with the lackluster atmosphere of the Bradley Center, the Bucks' home arena, Bogut purchased 100 tickets for each home game and distributed them to the most enthusiastic and energetic Bucks fans, as determined by American Idol-like auditions, which Bogut set up through the team's public relations department. The winners, who have since started calling themselves Squad 6, largely in recognition of Bogut's uniform number, all sound as if they are all clinically insane. 

Some shake cowbells. Some take shirts off to display numbers painted on their chests of favorite Bucks players. Many drink beer. After all, this is Milwaukee. The fans, mostly young men ranging from college age into their 30s, pay homage to Bogut being from Australia. Woelfel, a Marquette senior, has brought a didgeridoo, a long, wooden Australian instrument, to games. The fans regularly chant, "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oi, Oi, Oi

Forgive me, but I can't help picturing the crowd on hand for the battle between Mad Max and Master Blaster at Thunderdome. Which is just all kinds of incredible. That, plus Brandon Jennings? On an awesomeness scale of 10, I have to give the Bucks' home game experience a 15. Maybe 20.  

Tweet of the Night

"There was just a proposal at the Nets game probably because the guy's shy and didn't want to do it in front of a crowd." -- Russ Bengtson.

Who Dat?

My god, Drew Brees is good. Behind a season-high 371 yards, Brees threw five touchdowns (three in the second quarter) to five different receivers in a total N'awlins beat down of the Patriots, who looked about as prepared and up for this game as FEMA. Brees tossed as many touchdowns as he did incompletions, finishing with a perfect quarterback rating of 158.3. The average time of the Saints' four touchdown drives was, as the Boston Globe points out, 2 minutes and 44 seconds. The Saints also racked up 480 total yards of offense and completed plays of 25 yards or more seven times. The offensive beat down was so complete, so precise, Bill Belichick even went out of his way to congratulate Brees. How often does that happen?

Vince Young

While I was busy knocking the recent spat of poor play in the National Football League, Ta-Nehisi Coates stepped up to remind the rest of the world how sports continue to surprise, delight and inspire. Here he is on Vince Young's truly remarkable 99-yard touchdown drive yesterday against the Arizona Cardinals. 

I love the Cowboys and my son loves the Giants, and my Dad loved the Eagles. (Except when Doug Williams played for the Redskins.) But I don't just remember Troy Aikman hitting Alvin Harper in the 92 championship. I remember Steve Young hitting Terrell Owens in the divisional playoffs against Green Bay. I remember Randall Cunningham hitting Fred Barnett for 95 yards, with Bruce Smith breathing down his neck. And every time I think of those moments, I get warm and happy. Vince Young gave me, my partner and my kid one of those moments yesterday. I swear it makes living a little easier.

I'm still trying to get an accurate read on football. The game just doesn't grab me, or resonate with me, the way baseball and basketball do. More specifically, football's varied cover schemes and myriad strategies and game plans don't always reveal themselves to me. Viscerally, sure, I get it. I mean, I was as geeked as anyone when Eli Manning found David Tryee, but in general the NFL for me is like hearing kettle drums when expecting guitar. But, if my other site proves anything, I can at least say I'm trying and I can admit that Vince's drive remains a thing of orchestrated beauty.

   

“Hovering Is Never Good.”

The other big story this Thanksgiving was Tiger Woods’ “car accident,” which occurred early Friday morning, around 2:30 a.m., outside of his Florida compound. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what really happened. Rumors of infidelity. Bloodied lip. Facial abrasions. Shattered back window. We all know what happened, but so far only Wanda Sykes has had the balls to say it publicly.

Parity Begins At Home

Believe it or not, the New York Jets, losers of six of their last eight games, still have a puncher’s chance at making the playoffs. Granted, this isn’t because the Jets have distinguished themselves on the gridiron; the team's barely beating playoff chances are in reality a byproduct of an AFC-wide level of mediocrity. 

As of this morning, there are as many AFC teams with losing records (8) as there are teams with winning records—and two of those teams (the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Baltimore Ravens) are sitting at 6-5, one tenuous game over .500. Only the Indianapolis Colts (10-0), the Cincinnati Bengals (8-3), the San Diego Chargers (8-3), the New England Patriots (7-3) and the Denver Broncos (7-4) seem assured of a spot in the NFL’s postseason. (The undefeated Colts clinched a division title with last night’s win against the 5-6 Houston Texans).

This, I guess, is the NFL’s vision of parity. A few really good teams, mixed in with a bunch of middling-to-flat-out-terrible teams. Most of the AFC's franchises are mired in prolonged periods of mediocrity, which doesn’t really reflect well on the NFL's decade-long attempt at leveling the playing field, not to mention the often sad quality of play exhibited around the league on any given Sunday. 

Nate Robinson

When all is said and done, I believe Robinson will probably be remembered as much for this incident than anything else he’ll ever accomplish in the National Basketball Association. Sad, but true.