There's Something About Tebow

It’s official. The Tim Tebow era has begun in Denver. As we close in on his first official start of the 2011-12 season, I can’t help but wonder what it is about this guy that we have all come to love or hate.

Before Tim Tebow had played a down for the Broncos, his jersey was among the most purchased in the NFL. I’ll even personally admit that at times I secretly wished he would just rip off his current blue and orange uniform to reveal that he would be returning to his blue and orange of old for one final season. But that era is over. Now, Tim Tebow has the opportunity to win over the hearts of the sports-world as a Denver Bronco, and I for one, am rooting for him.

John Fox’s decision to start Tebow might seem odd to some, as he had previously listed the quarterback at the third and even fourth spot on the depth chart, yet as the 1-4 Broncos were down a typical 13 points at half, behind a 6-for-13 Kyle Orton, the switch was made and the Pony’s from Denver galloped onto the field led by a Gator from Florida to start the second half—sucks to be Brady Quinn—#AtLeastYourGirlfriendsHot.

As is tradition, number 15 created a spark in the Bronco offense. It took him a couple of downs to channel his inner Tebow, but once he found it, he took over the game as if he were right back in Gainesville with Urban Meyer.

After charging the end-zone for a rushing touchdown, Tebow continued to rally his troops when he threw a screen pass to Knowshon Moreno –who had literally been a “Know-Show” until then – for a 28 yard score, which, if not for Brandon Lloyd dropping the two-point conversion, would have brought the Broncos within a Field Goal of tying the game. Lloyd later redeemed himself however, after hauling in an acrobatic, one-handed snag on the sideline, setting up a nearly completed Hail Mary pass to end the game. Of course, the Chargers did not scheme to be playing against Tebow, so it will be interesting to see what he can do when teams get a book on him.

There’s no denying that Tebow is an unconventional Quarterback, his fundamentals are nonexistent and he just looks out of place standing in the pocket. Take the last play of the game for example: The Chargers D spun Timmy T around like a dog chasing its tale, forcing him to roll out the wrong way, juke out half the defensive line and avoid a sack, all before hauling up a Hail Mary pass that was nearly completed—which was a questionable Pass Interference, but no official is going to call that.

If you were to walk by Mile High Stadium at end of the game, you would have thought the Broncos had pulled off a miraculous victory. And in a way they had. Even in a defeat, the crowd boomed as the stadium radiated with cheers for Tebow so loud you would have believed you were outside The Swamp.

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To most, the final play looked like an absolute train-wreck. To me, it was vintage Tim Tebow. When in his career at Florida or during his short tenure with the Broncos has he ever done anything pretty? Let’s be clear, not now, nor will Tim Tebow ever be a Tom Brady esque quarterback—to mention Tom Brady’s name in this content alone would be an absolute fallacy. It would appear that even Tebow's head coach, John Fox, does not believe in him, as he made his half-hearted announcement that Tebow would be the starter earlier this week. Yet, even though his arm drops to his ankles on his release and he will undoubtedly make plays that make will make you smack your head, one thing Tim Tebow knows how to do is inspire. If he could rally his dead horse Broncos to almost a remarkable comeback win against a powerhouse Charger team with just two Quarters, I can’t wait to see what he can do with four. Whether you’re a believer or not, the clock has finally started ticking, and, on October 23, Tebow Time will finally strike.


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Cactuses That Look Like Other Things

So rather than designating my time wisely during my trip in the beautiful Scottsdale, Arizona, I decided to set out on a journey to search for the most interesting shaped Cacti I could find. So mainly, different depictions of the male genitalia. #Enjoy.

Smiley Face Cactus (actually found it like that)

"Oh Face" Cactus

Cactimus Prime

Does anyone else see Reagan?

How about now?

Morning Glory

Danny Woodhead

The Shaqtus

AUTO-PILOT

Opening Fraze will be put on Auto-Pilot until I return from vacation in Arizona. Be on the lookout for new posts starting Wednesday, October 12. Thanks to everyone for reading, trying my best to Keep it Kurrent and always Keepin' it Fresh. #BeGood, -bfw

What the Hell is a Zombie Walk?

I was halfway through writing a post to explain that the Fraze will be put on autopilot until I return from Arizona on the 12^th, when my roommate walks in and tells to me that the Lawrence “Zombie Walk” was to take place tonight on Mass Street. After a couple WTF’s and literally LMFAO, I went straight to YouTube to find out what we were actually dealing with here. This is what I found:

 That’s right. People actually dress up like zombies and slow-walk down the street. How I made it to senior year and have never heard about this is beyond me, all I know is you’re going to have one frustrated blogger if I’m trying to get my grub on at Chipotle and a crowd of zombie’s are standing in my way.
 

Now I don’t want to hate on an annual event that I’m sure the Lawrence Locals get up for, but dressing up like a zombie and harassing the day-walkers is just not my cup of tea—call me crazy. Sure I might stop by to check it out, maybe bring a paintball gun to pick zombie’s off like Woody Harrelson in “Zombieland,” but that can only keep one entertained for so long.

What’s the deal with this whole zombie breakout anyways? First it was vampires, then werewolves and now this? What the h-e-double hockey sticks is wrong with our demographic? Since when did we decide that getting bit by a half-dead guy wearing SPF 3000 was sexy?—#GettaTan. Personally, I think it’s about time someone throw’s Rob Pattinson in the sun so we can all move on from this nonsense, but hey, that’s just one guys opinion.

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From what I understand, the Zombie Walk is a Lawrence tradition. If you watched the video, you’d see that parents even turn their children into little blood-suckers for the evening, so, at the end of the day, I guess you can classify this one as an excuse for college kids to get a little silly and for the locals to have some good old-fashioned family fun—and there’s nothing wrong with that.

I Don't Have ADD, You're Just Boring Me.

Okay, maybe I’m not the best one to be writing this specific post, as anyone who knows me knows that I get a little silly off the pills—but hey, that’s what they’re for, right?

Before I lose my train of thought, let’s get back to the purpose of this post.

As college students, our job is to go to class, create relationships and to learn the important things that will transfer into our professional careers. All of these roles are important, yet for right now, my focal point will be on the learning aspect.

If you were to speak to any upper-classman or alum, what would be the one bit of advice they would leave you with as to how to be successful in college? To do your homework? —Sure. To meet with your professors? —Why not. To study hard? —Maybe the night before a test.

The main thing we hear is to go to class.

Class is where all the material is provided and where the professors hopefully teach us enough about the readings so we do not have to skim through the text before an exam. But unfortunately, that is not always the case. Sometimes professors are not enthusiastic or often do not have as good of a hold on the English language as you would prefer, making an hour-and-a-half class seem like it’s a week—I’ve got 3 of them this semester.

So what do we do? Either stop going or just sit there on Facebook, twitter or attempt to make Fantasy Football trades with the one kid in the league that isn’t all there—every league has one.  With that said, are we entirely blame for this? I don’t think so.

Every year, parents shell-out ridiculous amounts of cash to ensure their kids receive a good college education, but how can they expect us to learn if a) the professor is out-dated and takes 30 minutes to take attendance or b) we can’t understand a word s/he is saying?

Here’s an example for you—what is the translation of this word: “orso”

If you guessed: “also” then you would be one of the 100 confused students in an undisclosed class of mine.

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My point here is not to complain about poor professors because there are so many terrific ones whom have undoubtedly made an impact on our lives. My point is however to alleviate some of the blame from the student. Although at the end of the day it is on us to mold our own futures, it doesn’t hurt having a good professor around to give us the proper tools to sculpt them.

The NBA Lockout: In A Perfect World

Today marks the 96th day of the NBA lockout. A day that will probably end in the same position that it began-- with little progress towards an agreement between the owners and the NBPA. As the calendar continuers to flip and players begin signing contracts overseas, we are beginning to see an answer to the question of whether or not we will see professional basketball this year.

With this continued disagreement from both sides, I have decided to take a page out of Mike Greenberg's book, and, just as he paints his picture of a perfect world if he were the MLB Commissioner, I too will paint my perfect world for how to deal with the NBA lockout. So here goes:

In a perfect world, the NBA would allow teams to lend the newly drafted rookies to their respective universities for one more season.

Now, I know what you're thinking: you're crazy, it would never work and the only reason you're proposing this is so the Morris Twins and Josh Selby could return to Kansas-- and my only response to that would be you're absolutely right. But seeing that you've read into it this far already, bare with me for a second.

Allowing the newly drafted rookies to return to their previous universities would prove to be beneficial for a number of reasons. First, players who had forgone their senior year would have the opportunity to receive a college degree-- not that many of them would use them, but some may. Second, the rookies would have the opportunity to continue to advance their fundamental skills at a competitive level, rather than traveling around in what are basically just pick-up leagues. Next, because of the lockout, many of these rookies have yet to receive that big paycheck and are currently facing financial issues and allowing them to return to school would eliminate these issues.

Now for a plan as outrageous as such to work -- and it never would due to contract issues, pay for play, NCAA rules, scholarships, sponsorships, Halloween costumes and for whatever other reason you can think of -- there would need to be an endless/strict set of guidelines. So here's a few:

-NBA teams would lend the newly drafted rookies to their respectable universities for the duration of the lockout, or until they have run out of college eligibility.

-If the lockout were to end mid-NCAA season, players would be required to finish the season with their school, before reporting back to their NBA team.

-Rookies would not be on scholarship, moreover on a contracted loan from their drafted teams of which would cover the fees of living/tuition-- think of it like a non-paid internship.

-Other than the fees that would typically be covered by a scholarship, Rookies would not receive any additional benefits from their NBA teams/sponsors, as they would be required to abide by all NCAA rules and regulations.

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This plan would create absolute haywire. There's no way around it. Even if it were a conceivable solution to the rookie situation in the lockout, there would need to be an overwhelming list of rules and more litigation than owner, school or player would be willing to sign up for. Then again, in a perfect world, maybe they would. #DareToDream

I'd Watch Pan Am If It Were On HBO... maybe.

ABC's new hit show Pan Am has all the intrigue and scandal of Frank Abignale's life in the sky, portrayed by Leo DiCaprio in Catch Me If You Can. Yet, rather than strictly following the celebrity life of which Pan Am pilots surely lived in 1963, this show brings focus on the star-struck life of the young, beautiful women who were lucky enough to call themselves Pan Am flight-attendants.

Now as I have not actually watched the show, I cannot provide you with a review. But let's just take a quick look at the background.

In 1963, the opportunity for a young women to become a Pan Am flight-attendant was second to none. They were all beautiful, classy, sophisticated and beautiful-- did I mention beautiful? With that said, these women would only be groupies when compared to the Rock-star lifestyle of which the Pan Am pilots lived. Men wanted to be them and women wanted to be with them, so you can forget Austin Powers, Pan Am pilots were your true "International Men of Mystery."

So, considering the stellar background, why am I still hesitant to pack a carry-on and hop aboard the Pan Am bandwagon? Well, it's simple: Cable TV.

Airing Pan Am on cable TV limits its ability to provide the audience -- more so male, than female -- with the small, yet necessary qualities to make it a more appealing show. These people lived a life of luxury, glamor and romance, to say the least, and that is the life that I would like to see-- uncensored.

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Call me a typical guy, but hey, if one of those drop-dead flight attendants is receiving her initiation into the "mile-high club," I want to see it! Don't just give us a sneak peak and fade to commercial. That's like leaving the divide open just long enough for coach passengers to watch as those sitting first-class are served cookies, only to slam it shut before anyone takes a bite-- #ThatAintRight. But it's more than just the absence of nudity, with proper writing and different targeting, this show could have had entourage potential [tell me that Pilot in the picture above doesn't have Vinny Chase swag]. Instead, Pan Am appears to have taken off in the Sex In the City direction, and that is a flight that I simply cannot board.