Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Team 'I Did It' Defeats Team 'Ants Marching' 10-8

MELVILLE, NY-
On a balmy Friday afternoon at St. Anthony's high school, TBSevs got underway with a bang. Players arrived fast and furiously. Some notable absentees included two Whites, one Herg, one McShane, and one Farrelly. All in all, 14 players showed up to participate. After much mingling, stretching, and the last few moments of Thanksgiving digestion....it was finally time to choose teams.

Rules were clear: two teams, one game. First to ten wins. First down could be achieved at the halfway mark of the field No handoffs, one blitz per set of downs. One quarterback, five receivers, and one bench player for each play. Even the stupidest of players could understand. The honor of team captains went to Frank Giardina (Team Ants Marching) and Vince Young (Team I Did It.) The selected rosters were as follows....

Team Ants Marching
Giardina, F
Dooley, C
Herg, T
Farrelly, B
Regan, T
Canders, D
Vaz, T

Team I Did It
Young, V
Chiarenza, M
Tighe, M
Reilly, R
McShane, D
Silvia, J
Shaz, T

Giardina went with a stupendous blend of speed, height, and throwing ability. Young preferred sure-tackling brutes that would be a load to bring down. Which team would prevail was anybody's guess...all the players knew for sure was that it was time to play.

Team Ants Marching started with the ball by virtue of not getting the first pick. However, Team I Did It ended up getting both the first pick in the draft and the first pick of the game with an early interception. With a narrow field and plenty of traffic flooding the middle, it was an early indication that TBSevs would be unlike the offensive shootouts we've seen in the past.

Team I Did It would take advantage of the short field for an early 1-0 lead. From there the teams traded blows with some consistent offensive play. Each squad did it with a dual-quarterback system. Canders and Regan were huckin' it up for T.A.M, while McShane and Young manned the pocket for T.I.D.I.

Throughout the first half, the defense of T.I.D.I. had just a little more bend and less break than T.A.M, who were woefully susceptible to long bombs early in the game. Chiarenza, Silvia, and Shaz were hauling in long gains, while Dan McShane was slowly turning his brain into mashed potato with slants over the middle and subsequent violent tackles. With T.I.D.I leading early, the momentum appeared to swing swiftly and unexpectedly when an utterly-unguarded Vaz hauled in a long bomb for a touchdown. But, in going along with the TBSevs Code of Honor, T.A.M. revealed that they forgot to sit a player for that play, resulting in the unaccounted for player. It was a day where getting points taken off the board was a monumental setback.

All in all, halftime arrived with a 5-2 score in favor of Team I Did It. Among the players, merriment and meet-and-greet were shelved in favor of team strategizing. Well, at least that was the case for Team Ants Marching. While Captain Giardina had his team addressing their weaknesses and plotting their comeback, Captain Young was sipping on chardonnay and projecting an aura of invincibility.

The second half was a different story. The chuck n' huck offense of T.I.D.I. did not come nearly as easily as T.A.M stiffened on defense. Offensively, Ants Marching also finally realized they had a player 8 inches taller than anyone else on the field, as fades to Herg went off without a hitch. Interceptions and other offensive mistakes were turning Team I Did It's victory parade into a historic chokejob. Fast forward Perhaps out of desperation, perhaps out of savvy, perhaps out of open-mindedness, T.I.D.I. finally settled into an offense of short, consistent gains. The seemingly-out of nowhere comeback had the score at 9-8. With victory all-but at hand earlier in the game, Team I Did It now found themselves entertaining discussions of 'Win by 2?'

Luckily, that question would be moot. After some short gains down the field, Young connected with Tighe on the game-winning touchdown. The few fans in attendance were all let down because they all had a rooting interest in Team Ants Marching. However, they appreciated the quality of football they were given free of charge.

A second 'for-fun' game ensued, which quickly became the Chiarenza show. But more football was enjoyed nonetheless, and delicious Chipotle followed. The captains bid their teams adieu and TBSevs concluded. A great success and fantastic launching point to the 364 days until TBAte.

Some awards for the day...

MVP- Vince Young. Couple of touchdowns throwing/receiving. Also great at the cheerleader role in the style of Adam Morrison in a suit on an NBA bench waving a white towel.

The Ric Flair "Lemme at 'em, My Head Feels Fine!" Award- Dan McShane. Took some serious contact both tackling and being tackled. Who gives a damn if he knew what year it was while doing so?

Catch of the Game- Frank Giardina. A one-handed, left-handed snag on a ball going across the middle. Not only athletically impressive, but the 'boombox-style' grab and run reminded many of the great Marrone Interception of Turket Bowl V.

Washington General Award- Terrence Regan. The streak continues for the man in the green jersey. By no fault of his own, but he just can't shake the losing turkey off his back.

The Vanilla Chai Mouthguard Award- Bobby Farrelly. In desperate need of molding his newly-purchased protection, Farrelly was in a bind. Already exhausted from Wednesday night's ill-fated attempt to run across Long Island, he was a bit frazzled and incredibly late. In a bind, he purchased a cup of hot water from 711, paying in excess of $3. Maybe not the best-molded piece, but in 20 years when medical breakthroughs show we've been doing woeful long-term damage to our brains in the Turkey Bowls, Bob will have the last laugh. Though he will still be $3 poorer.

That's all I have. I don't remember much from the game itself. This can be edited and adjusted though, so shoot me any corrections or glaring things I missed. And hey, have fun out there.

-Tron





Tuesday, November 22, 2011

TBSevs: Oh Thank Heavs

Gentlemen.

Allow me to be the first to welcome you to the Ben Roethlisberger anniversary of the St. Anthony's Turkey Bowl. If you find that offensive, then simply consider it the Michael Vick anniversary. If you're further offended, feel free to also address it as the 'Ouchie Anniversary' (Cassel/Henne) the 'Rookie Anniversary' (Ponder/Kaepaernick) the 'Billy Anniversary' (Cundiff/Volek) or 'Early Kwanzaa' (Tavaris Jackson)

However you choose to refer to it, Turkey Bowl #7 is fast approaching. The time in between these games sure flies by. Look at all the monumental things that have happened in the past 362 days...
  • Christmas 2010
  • Dan McShane's participation on Jeopardy!
  • The miracle of life in the form of Desmond Thomas Silvia, who proudly shares the same birthday, middle name, and gift of sass as TB participant Conor Reilly
  • Summertime
  • Hurricane Irene
  • Shaz becoming Dan Canders's direct boss (rumored)
  • Jose Reyes's last at-bat as a Met
  • Joe Paterno firing
  • Frank Giardina attending a roller-skating boozefest
  • Labor Day 2011
  • NY/Boston fun as Jets shock Pats and Celtics sweep Knicks
  • Jack and Jill, Bucky Larson, and The Zookeeper
  • The comments section on Tighe's Turkey Bowl photo from last year
So yeah....quite a year indeed. But as we look back at the year that was, we look ahead at the big day to come. These things get harder and harder to preview every year, but here are some things to prepare for at noontime Friday...

An Autumn Football Game, or a Summer Day in Aruba?
Alright, maybe not Aruba. But current weather calls for a high of 56 degrees without a cloud in the sky. Granted, that is the forecast for Melville. We all know St. Anthony's has grown itself into its own town, equipped with a field house, chapel, town flasher, movie theater, OTB, tanning salon, and barbershop. Though the town of St. Anthony's is not listed on weather.com, we can only assume Melville will be very close to an accurate gametime forecast. The way things are looking, hoodies and wool caps may indeed be benched for shorts and sunscreen.

The NFL is Changing, Maybe We Should Too...
There's no arguing that passing has become all the rage in the NFL. Preposterously, four NFL quarterbacks already have 3,000 yards before Thanksgiving. And Eli Manning is just 50 yards short of also joining that elite group (see what I did there??) Passing is sexy. I know in the past running plays have been permitted as per the official rules. But let's be honest, people. We're getting old. Not that any more than 2-3 of us had the ability to tackle in the first place...but after seven years, our ability is not getting any better. Running has become a dare-I-say lazy way to pick up massive amounts of yards while most of the offensive team stands around and watches a bunch of broken tackles. If the Mississippi's are counted off and someone runs in for the sack, of course quarterbacks should get unlimited amounts of scrambles. But the handoffs, pitches, wildcat, etc....I say we shelf that stuff for this year and see what happens. The pros in the NFL are adapting, and we shouldn't be stubborn in our ways.

Pour Some 40 on the Curb
Bradley, Timothy, and (presumably) Christopher Roberts have already sent in their regretful RSVP. Facebook only leaves us with a guessing game, as the Pat Regans of the world weigh their options whilst frantically refreshing the results page of the latest 6th-grade track meet somewhere in the midwest. In the three-team format, 15 or 18 would work quite well. 21 won't have anyone crying, either. And of course, worst case scenario is that members of the spectating teams sub in here and there. No harm no foul.


There's your preview for TBSevs. Let's just all say get there at 11:30, because with a group this size with this many characters, we gotta leave at least a half hour for dilly-dallying and lateness. Rest up and drink until you have your fill on Wednesday. Eat until long-after you've had your fill on Thursday. And be prepared to sweat, bleed, and shit it all out come Friday afternoon. This one's for Big Ben (and the other #7's)