The Worst Jeopardy Category

Was always Potpourri. C'mon, "potpourri"? Why not "sachet", or "smells like Grandma"? At any rate, today contains some loose ends, some bitter ends, and some end notes. As in bye-bye Giants. As in New York Football Giants. Our Kid From Deliverance Quarterback did bring us downfield late in the game to tie things up against the Iggles. But it was yet another Giant game where you never once heard an announcer mention a name of any Giant linebacker. This from the team that gave us LT (Is there anybody on TV aware that there was already an LT and he is in the Hall of Fame and he changed the way the game is played??? Nothing against Ladainian, but please, can he be given another nickname? His mother went to all that trouble to give him a ridiculous first name. Why can't the writers/announcers think of something other than LT... which is already taken!!!) and Harry Carson (HOF), Carl Banks (one letter away from the guy who gave us Scrooge McDuck, Carl Barks), and Sam Huff (HOF). No, this game was lost in the first half when the Giants had the ball around midfield twice after the exchange and came away with NOTHING! Any points there and it's a different game. But Father Coughlin (nows there's a nickname from the 1930s, the days of old-time anti-Semitic radio) and his ultra-imaginative playcalling hurt us yet again.
Oprah, one of those people who really is trying to change the world, opened a school for girls in South Africa, the Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy. 73 girls, 50 acres. 40 million dollars. Now I may not know everything about real estate values in S.A., but somewhere around Capetown there's got to be a low-bidder who came in way south of 40 mil.
In regards to the Man Who Is Still Not My President, lost in all the cleverness and wordplay regarding Surge Protectors, and the Urge to Surge, is the fact that there are still real men, women and children dying horrible deaths in Iraq on a daily basis. The smartest thing I read in this regard is the blogger who said "call it escalation". That's what it is - ESCALATION. And escalation means more. More death, more destruction. And more time spent not getting out. Remember, War is Over If You Want It.
Tonight is the national championship game and speaking as someone who watched Buckeye teams with players like Rex Kern and John Brockington (Brooklyn's own!) I like them tonight. They are quick and they have a QB. OSU, 34-20.
Over the course of just a few days you could have seen Jamarcus Russell, QB of LSU, and soon a Raider, lucky guy and Demarcus Ware, Cowboy defensive end. Maybe I'm old-school, but doesn't Marcus kind of work on its own, without the little two letter headstart? Marcus Allen (HOF), Marcus Aurelius (History books). Was good enough for them. Although it does remind me of my all-time favorite NFL first name - Marvcus Cotton. Rolls right off the tongue. Poetry, right? "I like Marvin. I like Marcus. I know - Marvcus." Nice going, Cotton parents.
Later, folks. Football time.