Arrogantly, I haven’t posted since Matt returned to USC. I figured I’d let you enjoy the holidays. I need some valuable time off myself. I’ve been out in Arizona and now about to fly back to LA and then heading out to Palm Springs. Recuperating from a long season of writing and a lot of t-shirts mailed. In fact, we still have more to send out, so we’ll be getting to that once we’re back in town.
So, what’s next for the blog? Many of you have already been through an offseason with me, but I recognize we have some new members to Arrogant Nation here, so I’ll let you know what’s probably going down*.
*What’s going down is subject to change at any time for any particular reason including but not limited too I decided to rip a bear’s face off instead of melt your faces with words and letters and sentences.
I’m happy to announce that since this is such a special offseason, I plan to write about USC more than I normally do. I am going to probably sum up things like signing day, hit on spring practice a bit and certainly when we get back to school (when my student readers should be doing things like “having parties in my name” and “having parties in my name”).
So there’s the good news. But, like when summer television starts and we get to re-run land, I like to give back to my readers with some additional writing so I don’t get rusty and so you guys all stay fed.
I’ve gotten a TON of email asking if I was covering the Bachelor (one recap a week as usual) as has been my tradition since that fateful day my wife and friends were watching and I ranted on here and found out without question it is the second most popular thing I’ve done on here.
To be honest, still on the fence for an odd reason. I admit, covering the Bachelor is something I normally think is totally necessary. I think making fun of so many people at once keeps me sharp for the coaches and players we experience in the fall and my female audience expands wildly when I do this. As blasphemous as it sounds, just like some of you stop visiting until football season, there are literally thousands of girls that avoid me all football season until ABC’s clusterfuck hosted by the western world’s most closeted drug trafficker Chris Harrison returns.
My favorite group of readers are the dudes who subject themselves to this show just to read the blog. We’ve exchanged some hilarious emails and I always dug how you bearkillers see how this is target practice before the war.
That said, I still haven’t decided this season because I kind of know the Bachelor. I’ve certainly met him. Truth is, I know his sister very well through my wife. She was a bridesmaid at our wedding. So, last season when her brother (who is hilarious) was a contestant, I made sure to block for him like I was Kevin Graf. No that he IS the Bachelor, how do I proceed? He will surely need to be subjected to some laser fire and bourbon induced rock throwing, but I liked the guy when I met him and his sister is awesome.
So, basically, I might take a season off or I might not. I’ll think about that when I steal every bottle of champagne in the desert and try to fill the house I rented’s pool with it.
I am going to cover the Dodgers’ ownership saga a little bit only because I am uncomfortably excited about not having to love a team and hate it’s owner. I’ve met Frank once or twice and you’d never know up close that he was the baseball antichrist. You’d think he’s just a silver-haired rich guy who probably eats caviar on everything, even his ice cream, and you know the bearfigher respects that.
Only, eff that guy.
Even still, this doesn’t cover a ton of posts so I am going to try to keep you posted on what I am up to, where I am haunting and I’ll ask that maybe you find a way to get me to the bars and dives you are in the beginning of 2012. The next football season will be a family affair. In many ways, it is the end of a trilogy of seasons. I see only one outcome and then my work will be done.
It doesn’t mean I’ll hang up the blog next year after the season ends. It just means my job will be done. I’m like college football Batman. Troy was in trouble and basically I put on some skin-tight clothes, got with Catwoman and took a bunch of people to school. It’s all fueled by an insatiable need for USC to be strong. Not to be loved, because as long as people in Oregon keep sleeping with their family members, there will be no convincing them otherwise. They never submit, regardless of logic, facts or common sense.
I encourage you all to watch the Rose Bowl. I am not making a prediction, because the smart money is on Oregon. Hell, if they don’t win it’s sad. But the thing is, I am still getting emails complaining about THE USC GAME. If you want to know why you have never won a title, never won a Heisman, won ONE Rose Bowl and have a losing bowl record, look no further than the fact you are still look behind you when the Badgers are coming right for you.
Unlike USC, Oregon loses to Big Ten teams (cough, cough, Ohio State, seriously, we beat them on the road that year with a freshman QB). They should keep their eyes on right ahead. I will be rooting for them until they start to blow the game like LaMichael James blew his photo opp on Space Mountain:
At that point, I’ll just light a cigar on their burning wreckage and enjoy the flames while I think about something else.
With that said, I owe you a Matt Barkley post and you shall get one after the New Year rings in. Happy 2012 and I’ll catch you soon. Either way, Oregon will have a losing bowl record next we meet. So there’s that.