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Sunday, February 06, 2021

I’ve already predicted this Super Sunday will be boring (in media terms, which, after all, is all that counts).

But as far as this blog goes, it’s already shaping up to be busy-busy-busy. As of noon, I’ve already tallied 120 hits. That’s astronomical for this site, especially when weekends tend to be a lot slower than weekdays. What’s more, that total comes without any help at all from BlogExplosion.

What’s the cause of this? I see no evidence from the counter stats that anything special is driving traffic here today. As far as I can tell, the usual types of queries and links are bringing the usual types of visitors here (with Eva Longoria being a perennial favorite); there’s simply more of them today.

I wonder: Is Super Bowl Sunday a day where Internet usage markedly increases? It’s pretty much a holiday in the U.S., one way or another (even people who don’t like football tend to plan their day around it, even if to avoid it), and maybe that time at home draws more people to the computer. Then again, I’m getting more hits from outside the States too, so I don’t know how much the Bowl accounts for that.

In any case, thanks to all who stop by. Hope you find what you’re looking for, and then some.

UPDATE: Close to midnight, Population Statistic has picked up about 415 hits for the day. That’s close to twice the average daily hits, and more remarkable because 1) it happened on a weekend, 2) it happened without any enhancement from BlogExplosion, and 3) the increase doesn’t seem to be coming from any one large single referral (which would be a prime suspect, in case some mondo-popular blog like Instapundit decided to give some linky-love).

I’m amazed. I don’t usually post anything about this site’s metrics, but this is a development I wanted to notate. If nothing else, I want to see if it persists beyond today; if it does, it indicates some sort of breakthrough in the site’s search engine indexing.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 02/06/2021 12:13:34 PM
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Saturday, February 05, 2021

strong safety
It’s really shaping up to be an extremely ordinary Super Bowl Sunday this year. Not only do I think the outcome is predetermined — Patriots win their third championship in four years — but the much-vaunted ad lineup for the game will be creatively chilled out by the fallout of last year’s Janet Jackson boob job.

Among the casualties:

  • Janet Jackson, or her breasts. Yes, she and hers will be in Jacksonville this weekend, but for a charity function on Saturday night, not for the game on Sunday night.
  • A Bud Lite commercial spoofing Janet Jackson and her breasts. The beer company decided viewers didn’t really want to revisit that scene.
  • A Lincoln Mercury commercial imagining a priest with lustful thoughts about an SUV. The spot drew heat; the Ford division got out of the kitchen-and the game.
  • Mickey Rooney’s bare backside. A 15-second spot for the Airborne cold remedy, featuring the 84-year-old actor’s bottom, was rejected by Fox’s standards-and-practices division.
  • MTV-produced pregame and halftime shows. After last year’s much-criticized entertainment segments (and not just the one with Jackson), the NFL hired professional grown-up Don Mischer, a veteran Emmy and Tony telecast producer. MTV, meanwhile, will spend Super Bowl Sunday hyping its revamped MTV2 network.
  • The game’s sweaty MVP shouting, “I’m going to Disney World!” and “I’m going to Disneyland!,” to cameras for the purposes of an insta-commercial. Disney, which had been paying players to extol its theme parks since the 1987 Super Bowl, opted out this year.
  • Maybe this is why I haven’t detected much build-up hype over the ads this year. I’ve been preoccupied by other things, but still, I can’t recall another year where there’s been so little noise about the upcoming ad showcase that Super Sunday’s become. It’s like the advertisers don’t even care that much, despite the cash outlay they’ve already committed to their spots.

    Anyway, here’s some of what will be seen tomorrow:

  • Newly single Brad Pitt nurses a Heineken in a spot directed by Fight Club ringmaster David Fincher. (In a tease, the beer maker wouldn’t confirm Pitt’s appearance.)
  • P. Diddy hitches a ride to a party in a Diet Pepsi truck in the 45-second spot called “Diet Pepsi Truck.” (Fox got $2.4 million for every 30 seconds of air time sold.) To make it worth its while, the soda-pop company also sprung for cameos by Eva Longoria, Carson Daly and Wilmer Valderrama.
  • M.C. Hammer finally gets to star in a Spike Lee joint-well, a 30-second ad for Lay’s potato chips, “Fence,” about the lengths kids must go to in order to get their neighbor to give back the ball that landed in his yard.
  • Bud Light pitchman Cedric the Entertainer makes a pitch for designated drivers in a 30-second soft-sell spot by Anheuser-Busch.
  • Mike Ditka gets in your face about Cosentino’s Silestone natural quartz surfacing.
  • Other advertisers: Napster, Volvo, Pizza Hut, MasterCard, and because no modern sporting-event would be complete without at least one erectile-dysfunction sponsor, Cialis.
  • Feh. Not that the logistics of my Super Bowl party would allow for it, but this schedule isn’t motivating me to participate in that “blogging the Super Sunday ads” project. I have a feeling neither the game nor the adworks will be worth posting much about.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 02/05/2021 05:08:47 PM
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    Wednesday, February 02, 2021

    Much thanks to the AP for doing up this graphic on Super Bowl TV spot prices and viewer numbers from Super Bowl I (1967) to present.

    It’s interesting to see how much the airtime’s value has escalated — hitting this year’s high of $2.4 million per 30 seconds — while viewership has pretty much stayed the same. Even factoring in inflation, this doesn’t make sense at first glance.

    But consider the context: The television universe has splintered into a million segment over the past twenty years. Once upon a time, the big three networks drew 90 percent of the viewing audience, because there was practically no alternative to them. Accordingly, the value of advertising to that audience was relatively small.

    Now, with hundreds of channels to choose from (not to mention other media), it’s harder than ever to attract a massive number of viewers to any one broadcast on any one channel. The Super Bowl is one of those rare events that can deliver a truly mass audience; that’s why it commands the big bucks.

    Because it’s so much harder to pull that audience in, the value of getting in front of those eyeballs has exploded exponentially, even if the raw number of viewers hasn’t increased at the same pace. In essence, an audience of some 90 million in 2005 is worth a lot more than an audience of 90 million in, say, 1980.

    In a nutshell, that’s why companies spend so much to get in on the Super Bowl ad shuffle. Along with events like the Oscars and Grammys, it’s one of the few sure-fire ways to get exposure in front of a captivated, receptive audience.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 02/02/2021 11:28:46 PM
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    Tuesday, February 01, 2021

    jaxed, maxed
    I’m sure there are plenty of blogs out there devoted to this Sunday’s Super Bowl (where I’m hoping my Eagles don’t get embarrassed, but resigning myself to the likelihood).

    Here’s one that’s coming from tbt*, Tampa Bay’s fledgling free weekly: Jax to the Max, from reporter Jay Cridlin.

    What makes this one stand out for me, aside from the St. Pete Times connection, is that the blog is powered by Six Apart’s TypePad. It’s not unusual to see traditional media availing themselves of standardized blogging software; ZDNet uses WordPress to power their blogs. But it’s still a bit unusual, especially with the commenting ability intact.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 02/01/2021 11:18:40 PM
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    Tuesday, January 25, 2021

    madden stand-in?
    I know we all remember the Terrell Owens-Nicollette Sheridan “Monday Night Football” incident, along with the theories about the roots of the outrage.

    Now we find out that the original script called for announcer John Madden to star opposite Sheridan in the spot. According to ABC, T.O. replaced Madden at the last minute.

    That’s not the only thing that changed from the original conception:

    “[T]he script we had, the towel wasn’t dropped at the end and there wasn’t a jump into the arms,” [“Housewives” creator Marc] Cherry says now. “And I think that was something that was decided by the folks on location. So it was one of those cases where all these little decisions got made and suddenly this thing became this other thing that wasn’t really intended in anyone’s mind.”

    Looks like we might have missed out on some big fun. Thank God for the convoluted watering-down process that is television production!

    by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 01/25/2005 09:51:30 PM
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    Sunday, January 23, 2021

    for the birds
    Okay, I’m going to sound like a jerk here, but I gotta say it:

    That kid who just butchered the pre-game National Anthem with his horrendous warbling has guaranteed the Eagles’ jinx in NFC Championship Games will continue, this time versus the Falcons.

    That, and the fact that the entire crew on the FOX pre-game show picked Philadelphia to win.

    (I really sound like a jerk if it turns out the kid is terminally ill or something; I don’t think that’s the case, but I’m sure I’ll hear about it in short order if so.)

    UPDATE: Looks like I, in turn, jinxed the Falcons with my previous jerkery. The kid is forgiven!

    FURTHER UPDATE: Yup, I am a jerk. It turns out the kid is Timmy Kelly, the resident singing sensation at Philadelphia Shriners Hospital (thanks to David at VodkaFish for enlightening me).

    I have a weak excuse for ragging on a blind boy with mild cerebral palsy: I wasn’t paying attention to his introduction before he started singing. I was wrapping up various household chores (including bringing in the patio plants in anticipation of our big freeze), and so missed that crucial piece of info. I didn’t even catch sight of Timmy until after he was done and was being carried off the field. But I did manage to hear a good bit of his singing, and so I jumped to conclusions.

    I may be an Eagles fan, but I don’t make a habit out of taunting Shriners Hospital kids (nor, for that matter, of booing Santa Claus). I’ll try harder to keep my knee-jerkery in check in the future.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/23/2005 03:10:18 PM
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    Sunday, January 09, 2021

    on the fence
    Watching today’s wildcard game between the Colts and Broncos. After an Indianapolis touchdown, the camera got a shot of a section of the euphoric Indy crowd.

    They caught a scene similar to the one in the picture above, with an important difference: Instead of brandishing the common “d-fence” prop sign, this one read “off-fence”. Which makes sense, because the Colts are known for their offense, which is disproportionately potent as compared to their rather average defense.

    Now, I realize you can’t go for gramatical accuracy with these silly signs. But take note: The “off”, combined with a “fence”, reads “offfense”. Too many f’s.

    Granted, the other version reads “dfense”, which is just as incorrect. But somehow, I can live with an inaccuracy borne of the reduction of letters, as opposed to the addition of them. The former at least suggests efficiency (similar to leetspeak and other abbreviated Nettalk); the latter of pointless padding.

    I say, for the next go-round, lop off those extra f’s, and adopt the single-letter-plus-pickets model. It’ll look cooler.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/09/2021 02:49:32 PM
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    Saturday, January 08, 2021

    school's out
    Another season’s end, another coaching shuffle in the NFL. Among other developments:

    - Lou Saban leaves Louisiana State University for (finally) a pro head coaching stint with the Miami Dolphins.

    - New England Patriots offensive coordinator Charlie Weiss goes in the other direction, to take the head coaching job at Notre Dame.

    - Dennis Erickson, who had so much success as a college coach, gets canned from the San Francisco 49ers after a dismal run capped by a 2-14 record this season.

    All this do-see-do brings up the old question: What are the differences between the college and pro football games that makes coaching effectiveness in one so difficult to predict in the other?

    Dave Scheiber did a good job of interviewing a lot of former coaches with cross-level experience, including Lou Holtz, Jimmy Johnson, Barry Switzer, and Bobby Ross. All of them cited the usual: Different timetables for training and game preparation, different attitudes of the players, etc. Interestingly, most believed that these differences didn’t change the fundamental task: It’s still football, and thus really no different from college to pro.

    I respectfully disagree. Back when Steve Spurrier quit as Washington Redskins coach a year ago, I put down my feelings on the difference between the two arenas:

    People often ask me why I’m such a big NFL fan, yet care nothing for college football. Spurrier’s saga, in some ways, sums it all up: They’re two different games. The uniforms look the same, the ball looks the same, the players even look the same. But the game, from what happens in the coach’s office to the locker room to the field, is not the same. It’s not even close. It’s like taking a multi-Tony-winning Broadway play and a community theater production and then trying to argue that all facets of the two are identical. It’d be a weak argument. That’s how I feel about the NFL and college, and I’ll wager that Steve Spurrier feels about that way right now, too.

    I’m a little surprised that this wasn’t mentioned more by the coaches: Not so much the individual players, but the overall talent upgrade when you get to the NFL. My feeling is that NFL teams are the distilled best from the hundreds of college programs around the country. You’ve got, in essence, 32 college all-star teams. That affects gameplanning and game play. A lot of the fancy college offensive schemes that dissect overawed college defenses simply don’t work on the NFL level, because the players as a group are so much faster/stronger/smarter/better.

    For me, it’s two different games. That’s how it is, that’s how it’ll stay.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 01/08/2021 04:42:19 PM
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    Sunday, January 02, 2021

    The calendar tells me it’s 2005. But after watching today’s craptacular 12-7 Cardinals win over the Buccaneers, I’m starting to wonder if I haven’t been sucked into some weird time-space wormhole that’s deposited me back into 1994 or thereabouts.

    Today’s version of the Tampa Bay and Arizona teams played very reminiscent of the squads of that era. In fact, because both franchises were perennial cellar-dwellers back then, they often met up to produce horrendous games like this.

    For the Cards, it’s just more of the same in a largely unbroken string of ineptness. For the Bucs, it’s an unwelcomed return to the Yuccaneers experience.

    For the record, Tampa Bay’s five wins this season was just about where I predicted they’d end up this year. I figured all the past-their-prime free-agent imports would never jell, and I was right. Good luck to One Buc Place in lopping off the $10-15 million salary cap overflow they’ll have for next season.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 01/02/2021 07:26:35 PM
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    Wednesday, December 22, 2021

    indoor bore
    As if you needed any more indication that the Arena Football League was a joke: The Tampa Bay Storm opted to give departing free-agent players championship rings with cubic zirconia stones.

    I guess if you want a quality sports championship ring, you need to win a Stanley Cup.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 12/22/2004 11:04:48 PM
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    Sunday, December 19, 2021

    this is called the show
    You already knew that Steelers QB Ben Roethlisberger has the “Roethlisburger”. But did you know the rookie phenom also has his own official blog?

    (I checked it out on Roethlisberger’s official website, and the blog is indeed for real.)

    The Roethlis-blog is a fully-feature weblog, powered and hosted by TypePad and equipped with commenting capability. That’s somewhat unusual — celebrity blogs often don’t include an easy means for feedback, understandably so. (On the downside, there doesn’t appear to be a way to trackback.)

    As you’d expect, given his schedule, Roethlisberger doesn’t post every single day. But it is updated pretty often, and it provides a good window on the life of a first-year NFL player. He’s doing a better job than most blogging sports figures: Of the blogs cited as examples in Bryan Curtis’ “Jock Blogging” piece for Slate back in May, only a couple (notably NBA owner Mark Cuban’s Blog Maverick) are updated with any frequency.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 12/19/2004 12:49:50 PM
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    Monday, December 13, 2021

    Rookie quarterback sensation “Big” Ben Roethlisberger is 12-0 as an NFL starter, taking the Steelers faithful by storm.

    As a sign of appreciation — not to mention retail capitalization — eateries around Pittsburgh have added a “Roethlis-burger” to their menus:

    Brentwood Express is selling the “Ben Roethlis-burger,” which comes with bacon, barbecue sauce, ranch dressing and cheddar and provolone cheeses.

    Then there’s Peppi’s on the North Side, which sells the “Roethlisburger,” a combination of beef, sausage, scrambled eggs and American cheese. It costs $7, matching his jersey number.

    Sounds like this cholesterol megaton-bomb would meet the hearty approval of the creators of the Food Nazi.

    The addition of those eggs in the Peppi’s version brings to mind the on-field quarterback scramble play…

    And of course, in deference to the Steelers’ home stadium, you can’t properly eat your Roethlis-burger without a healthy dollop of Heinz (regardless of your ketchup affiliation).

    You’d think the rookie would be concerned about this unauthorized co-opting of his currently-hot name. But, while his people are working at building Roethlisberger into a marketable star, they’re not concerned about the wildcat delicacies:

    “We’ll let it run for a little while, since it’s funny more than anything,” [agent Leigh] Steinberg said. “You can get into policing it, but we probably wouldn’t do that unless a major chain started doing something.”

    by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 12/13/2004 07:22:45 PM
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    Sunday, December 12, 2021

    one pimpin' grille

    “Kelly was all up in Vick’s grille.”

    So spaketh Kevin Harlan, NFL play-by-play announcer for CBS, several minutes ago during today’s Atlanta Falcons-Oakland Raiders game. (To clarify, it was Oakland defensive tackle Tommy Kelly who was all up in the grille of Atlanta quarterback Michael Vick.)

    I suppose it’s only a matter of time now before John Madden starts using it.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 12/12/2021 02:11:55 PM
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    Monday, December 06, 2021

    The big news in Gainesville this past weekend was the snaring of University of Utah football coach Urban Meyer to coach the Gators next season.

    What the heck kind of name is “Urban”, anyway? Urban is the name of a pope, not a football coach.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 12/06/2021 09:56:10 PM
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    Tuesday, November 30, 2021

    kicked off
    Well, I said there was some sort of football voodoo afoot, and today, Martin Gramatica got stuck in the behind with it. The Bucs released their all-time leading kicker today, replacing him with an Arena League refugee.

    That’s business. Gramatica was undoubtedly slumping, and he wasn’t doing the team any favors with his heartbreaking misses. By the same token, his teammates and coaches weren’t doing much for him with their equally horrid performances. Maybe he can shake off whatever’s been bugging him and hook up with a playoff-bound team.

    Marty will always occupy a special place in my heart. He was the inspiration for the very first headline I got approved during my newspaper days: DRAMATICA. It was a game where Gramatica nailed four field goals to give the Bucs a 12-10 lead, securing what wound up being a 19-10 win. We had the perfect photo of Marty throwing his head back and celebrating after the last kick, and it all came together nicely.

    From Dramatica, to Automatica, to this. So it goes.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 11/30/2004 10:21:13 PM
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    Monday, November 29, 2021

    the foot in football
    Through the first 11 weeks of NFL action, Minneapolis Star Tribune reporter Mark Craig noted that the league’s placekickers had been relatively dead solid perfect this season, converting 82.1 percent of their field goal attempts and helping their teams compete in tight games.

    So what happens in Week 12? Not counting tonight’s in-progress Rams-Packers tilt, the kickers collectively stunk up the joint, hitting on only 41.5 percent (39-for-94) of FGAs. The biggest culprits: Jeff Chandler and Martin Gramatica, a combined 0-for-5 in yesterday’s Bucs-Panthers stinkfest.

    It really was astounding to see so many misses. I figured some weird football voodoo was to blame.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 11/29/2004 11:26:47 PM
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    Wednesday, November 17, 2021

    different colors
    The hoots of outrage over this week’s “Monday Night Football” opening segment starring Terrell Owens and Nicollette Sheridan seem to be mounting, with even the FCC considering whether or not to label it “indecent” and levy appropriate fines. Within the sports world, Sports Illustrated’s Peter King sounds out the appropriate tones of indignation.

    Let’s ignore the farcical nature of the segment, which was intended as an over-the-top spoof of classically trashy nighttime soap drama (of which the Sheridan vehicle “Desperate Housewives” is the latest successful rendition). Let’s also ignore the base hypocrisy of being offended by play-acted nudity in a pre-game promotion while condoning NFL cheerleaders’ near-nudity during gametime. Let’s even ignore the fuzzy logic in admonishing even the hint of sexually-oriented material while embracing an ultraviolent game — only the latest variant of this sex-is-bad/violence-is-okay dynamic (and this is coming from a huge NFL fan).

    Instead, take a look at the picture above. What do you see?

    - There’s Nicollette Sheridan. Tall, blonde, fair skin, dreamily beautiful. A white woman — very white.

    - There’s Terrell Owens. Athletic, muscular, aggressive, outspoken, dark skin, handsome. A black man — very black.

    So we have a scene depicting forbidden love between a very white woman and a very black man, culminating in the woman, naked, literally throwing herself onto the man.

    Forget about the context, the potential audience, and the desired effect. Ask yourself instead: Would people be this up in arms had Sheridan stripped down and jumped the bones of Brett Favre, Tom Brady, or Brian Urlacher, all prominent white players?

    You could say race has nothing to do with it, that the unease has to do solely with the injection of overtly sexual material into sports programming. Especially considering the past year’s parade of broadcast missteps, including the NFL-specific Janet Jackson Super Bowl flap, it would seem reasonable that the furor is colorblind, focusing on the risque material.

    I don’t buy it. This is America, and the image of a black man and white woman getting it on is going to evoke just the kind of reaction we’re seeing here. ESPN’s Jason Whitlock made joking reference to the “Mandingo” aspects of the situation, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s the heart of the entire controversy.

    Others see race being a major factor in this story, including Indianapolis Colts head coach Tony Dungy. Dungy sees it in a slightly different light, though, considering it a poor reflection on black athletes in wake of the Kobe Bryant media circus:

    “I think it’s stereotypical in looking at the players, and on the heels of the Kobe Bryant incident I think it’s very insensitive. I don’t think that they would have had Bill Parcells or Andy Reid or one of the owners involved in that,” he added, a reference to the coaches in the game.

    Ultimately, this will blow over. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that this was the desired effect ABC had the whole time, garnering even more publicity for its programming. And for me, it’s just another example of the fairly inane pregame wrapping that’s been featured this season on MNF and its sister show, ESPN’s Sunday Night Football. But I doubt I’m the only one who’s seeing this knee-jerk reaction in a racial light.

    UPDATE (11/19/04): In a nod to all the extra hits I’m getting from visitors seeking a video clip to this MNF opener, here you go. (Thanks to Off Wing Opinion for pointing the way to that iFilm link.)

    by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 11/17/2004 10:19:45 PM
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    Sunday, October 31, 2021

    Monday, October 04, 2021

    not for long?
    The short answer is, out of football for the first time in his life. Which begets the follow-up question: Where will he end up?

    It’s an amusing nostalgia-infused article, but it’s clear to me that those close to Spurrier have little more idea of what the ol’ ball coach’s next move is than those Web boards do.

    Of course, now that Tampa Bay is 0-and-4 country, with an especially inept offense taking the brunt of the blame, I’m sure the calls to recruit Spurrier for a second go-round in the NFL will only get louder as the season drags on.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/04/2021 08:06:46 PM
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    Maybe I’m getting soft in my old(er) age. I imagine as a younger man, I’d have found the Miller Beer Penalties TV spots to be silly at best, and annoying at worst. Despite my love of football, I don’t care for beer, least of all the pisswater brew produced by Bud and Miller, and so wouldn’t properly cotton to the ads.

    But I have to say that I’m enjoying all three of them. Ogilvy & Mather did a good job in injecting those social faux-pas jokes into what would otherwise be ads with a limited football-fan-only appeal. The now-cliched tribal band tattoo? Preach it, ref!

    I’m sure I’ll get sick of these spots after I’ve seen them a thousand more times. But until then, they’re hip.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/04/2021 07:56:35 PM
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    Saturday, September 11, 2021

    As a prelude to this year’s season start (which technically happened with Thursday’s entertainment extravaganza that incidentally included the Colts-Patriots game, and continued with today’s Hurricane Ivan-rescheduled Titans-Dolphins tilt; but come on, we all know it doesn’t really start until Sunday’s slate of games), the NFL took a look back. The league honored the 1964 NFL champion Cleveland Browns by “giving back” the trophy they ended up giving away.

    I read the article twice, and still don’t quite understand the rectifying angle. Initially, it’s made to seem that the old Browns suffered some sort of indignity by giving the trophy to the Packers in 1965, and never having gotten it back. But that’s not the way it worked anyway:

    Before there was a Super Bowl or a Vince Lombardi Trophy, the NFL gave its champions the Ed Thorp Trophy, an award named after an official who later made footballs for the league.

    Like hockey’s Stanley Cup, the Thorp was inscribed with the winner’s name by the league and passed from champion to champion each year. When the Browns won in ‘64, they inherited it from the Chicago Bears, the 1963 titlists.

    But when the Browns lost the 1965 NFL championship game to Green Bay, they handed the Thorp over to the Packers, who have kept it to this day in their Hall of Fame.

    That’s because after the 1966 season, NFL champions got a new trophy each year. It was named the Lombardi Trophy in 1970 to honor the Green Bay coach.

    So the Packers retired the Ed Thorp Trophy; so what? The Lombardi/Super Bowl trophy superseded it. The Browns wouldn’t have a claim to it anyway; they didn’t win in 1966. I don’t see why this whole ceremony was necessary. The ‘63 Bears should be just as deserving of a replica trophy, if this is the notion; hell, every previous Thorp winner is entitled.

    Basically, I just wanted to preserve the information on the Ed Thorp Trophy, a bit of NFL history I was unaware of. I especially like the Stanley Cup emulation of carving the winning team’s names into it, and passing the single rendition of it from champ to champ.

    by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/11/2021 04:58:21 PM
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