Thursday, January 8, 2009
It's On Like Donkey Kong
I heard Coach Stoops say that one time, and I asked him "what's a donkey kong?" He just looked back at me and shook his head like I had personally offended him or something. Anyway, I like to say it every now and then when something big is getting ready to happen. Like tonight for instance! We are less than 12 hours away from the game and I thought that I'd periodically update this post throughout the day to let you know what I was doing... probably all the way up until around 5:30 EST. That's when I need to start focusing and wouldn't be a very good blogger then.
9:00 a.m. Anyway, I just got through eating breakfast. I had 16 eggs, 8 pancakes, a plate of hashbrowns, a ball of cheddar cheese, and a pound of grilled gator meat.
I didn't sleep last night because I was too jacked up thinking about my first pass tonight. I am going to drill Brandon Spikes in the head with my first pass. I am going to drill him so hard that he'll have to take a few series of plays off. I am going to yell "wussy!" at him as he wobbles off the field. I can't wait.
9:30 a.m. Stoopsey is wanting to watch some more Florida Gator footage. I am getting sick of watching them. I know all their defensive schemes. I know where all their defensive backs and linebackers will be on every play before they even do. So, instead, I got out my throwing stars and practiced hitting a poster of Tebow I hung up at the opposite end of the hallway.
9:53 a.m. Right now as I type this I am in the bathroom taking a Tebow. I'm going to flush him down the drain just like I'm going to flush Florida's title hopes back to that swampy hell hole known as Gainesville, Florida.
I'll be updating this post throughout the day, so check back every now and then to see what great things I am up to.
10:15 Just prank called Tebow's room. He answered, and I said "Tim Tebow? This is Jesus, so listen very carefully to what I'm about to ask you." There was silence from him - probably because he couldn't believe Jesus was calling him on the phone. So, then I asked, "Is the refrigerator in your hotel room running?" Tebow replied back and said that he didn't have a refrigerator in his room. So I called him a dumbass and hung up. Classic! He'll be wondering why Jesus called him a dumbass all day. It'll mess with his head tonight you watch.
10:35 Found this picture of me and gay boy from a few days ago. That could be tv show by the way - "The Adventures of Sam Bradford and Gay Boy." He would always be doing something stupid and getting into trouble and I'd have to rescue him every week. It would get old after a while, but it would be a hit tv show since I would be in it.
Look at his stupid smile and those stupid bracelets on his wrist. They don't say inspirational stuff on them like he'd have you believe because I read those three when he wasn't looking. It made me sick...
The orange one says: I shoot little puppies with my gun
The yellow one says: Clay Aiken fanclub president
The white one says: I beat up homeless people for fun
Is that what a hero represents? Who could possibly cheer for that?
10:57 Playing NCAA College Football '09 on my PS3 and I'm using Austin English to continually crush Tebow on every play... just like tonight...
11:20 I'm bored of crunching Tebow in College Football '09. The game is very realistic though because I had 800 yards passing and 12 touchdowns and we won 114 - 3.
11:25 Ordered some steak fries from room service as a pre-lunch snack. Made Joey Halzle try them first - don't want anyone poisoning me before the game, and I sure wouldn't put it past Gator fans and players to do something like that. But, I didn't go through ninja-training for nothing. I'm too smart for those jean short wearing Gators.
11:42 Called Colt McCoy and asked him what it feels like to be sitting at home on the day of the BCS championship game and then hung up on him before he could even answer.
12:00 Used my mental telepathy to speak with Chuck Norris about the aura of greatness that surrounds people like me and him. It helps me to get psyched up and fill my greatness meter to the brim
12:30 Went to lunch. Had a couple of milkshakes and about 8 grilled cheese sandwiches. I had some applesauce and I threw it at Trent Williams and started a massive food fight. It was awesome. Rock and roll, baby!
12:45 Thought this picture of me and Stoops was good. I remember this one too. He was saying, "Sam. Definitely. Sam. You're a great, great player. Great. You're definitely great. Now, go call us a good play and score a touchdown, Sam. Definitely." I did right after that.
1:05-1:10 Power nap. Feeling refreshed now.
1:20 Sat down and tried to figure out what happens when an unstoppable force (me) meets an immovable object (supposedly Florida's defense). Easy. The Unstoppable force is unstoppable so it eventually wins just like I plan to do tonight.
1:30 Went downtown Miami in disguise. Prevented a few gangs wars and passed out Tim Tebow's cell phone number to strangers. I told them if they called that number and said "Do me, baby" that they would win $1,000 cash instantly. Haha! Tebow's phone is probably blowin' up right now.
(This was my disguise and it worked brilliantly)
2:00 Went by a few cathedrals and paid my respects to the Big Man upstairs, because I know he's a Sooner fan and will want total domination tonight like when he helped his people through the Red Sea and crushed the Egyptians who followed. That's what I see tonight... the Florida Gator sea parting as the Big Red rolls through it time and time again for easy scores.
2:45 Stopped by a Gold's Gym and did about a thousand reps on the bench press of 500 pounds.
2:55 Ditched my costume and went tanning on the beach for a little while. Rescued a couple of people drowning in the ocean.
3:05-3:08 Power nap #2 on the day.
3:30 Returned to the team hotel. As I walked into the lobby, Billy Sims was there yelling "Boomer!" "Boomer!" I responded with a couple of "Sooner!" "Sooner!" He just kept yelling it though. People were staring at him. It was like he couldn't stop. It was really annoying as he was still yelling it while I was getting into the elevator. I waved at him as the door closed.
3:33 As I got out of the elevator, I punched all of the hotel floors so that the elevator would have to stop on every floor. Hahahaha! That trick never gets old.
3:45 Just sitting around watching my highlights from 2008. It's funny, because every game is basically highlight reel for me and tonight will be no different.
4:00 I think Bob is having the limo pick me up to take me to pre-game meal and then to the stadium. I need to have DeMarco double check that for me. I guess I'll shower now. I like to be clean when I dominate.
4:15 I climbed up to the top of the hotel and starting chunking footballs into the ocean to loosen up the Sammy cannon. I hit a cruise ship on accident, so there is probably one pissed off captain right now. My apologies, sir. If I ever run into you, I'll give you an autographed game jersey. That should more than make up any monetary losses. Our kicker, Jeremy Stevens, joins me sometimes on the roofs of hotels and kicks balls every which way. It's kind of become tradition.
4:30 Ahhh, pre-game meal. All the wings you can eat and 50 cent drafts. This is the pre-game meal of champions, baby! The beers help me calm down a little bit because I know Jermaine is going to drop at least one catchable ball tonight. Manny will too. And the beers will help me not go apeshit on them on national tv. I'll just shrug it off and throw more to Juan or Juankeen or whatever #9's real name is.
4:52 Beating Chris Brown's ass at the greatest golf video game ever - Golden Tee. I am a black tee zone bad muther. Besides being the world's greatest QB, an awesome ninja, and the world record holder for cheese eating, I can dominate anyone at Golden Tee.
Chris smells like he's been smoking weed, but I'm not even going to ask. If he runs better high, then that's fine by me.
5:05 My limo has arrived to take me to the stadium!
Check this bad boy out. I am going to run over any cars with Gator flags on my way!
5:15 Thinking Flo-Rida is the worst rap name in the history of rap/hip-hop. Pop in some Toby Keith instead.
5:30 Arriving at the stadium.
5:45 OK, boys and girls, this is it. I'm signing off until after our total domination tonight. I would love to text some updates on my blog from the sideline during the game, but Stoops has some stupid rule about no cell phones on the sidelines during the game. Ridiculous. How else am I supposed to find out where the hunnies are going to be after the game? That's one thing I've got to talk to Bob about during the offseason. Preferably, I'd like to keep my cell phone with me on the field so I could call people during time-outs or when we're in the huddle.
I'm going to leave you with one last picture of yours truly. Well, me and my boy, Colt.
Hey Colt, remember when we went to New York City and I won the Heisman and you didn't? That was awesome. Have fun watching me win the national championship tonight on tv, sucka!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Mad Ramblings From the Best Damn QB on the Planet
I'm too pumped up to put down anything cohesive or possibly coherent at this time, so just some rough off the cuff stuff right now...
Tebow you suck! I wish I could play linebacker so I could knock your head off! And that's directly from the book according to Sammy, chapter one, verse one!
I can feel a 400 yard passing game and 7 touchdowns coming on... I can feel it coming in the air tomorrow night, oh Lord...
Gators are going down. Less than 48 hrs now. Gators are going down.
I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew right now ready to go apeshit on Flordia!
Four point underdogs - Vegas is an idiot city! I will personally punish you for this error.
Too excited to type anymore right now...
ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Boomer Sooner!
More later...
Tebow you suck! I wish I could play linebacker so I could knock your head off! And that's directly from the book according to Sammy, chapter one, verse one!
I can feel a 400 yard passing game and 7 touchdowns coming on... I can feel it coming in the air tomorrow night, oh Lord...
Gators are going down. Less than 48 hrs now. Gators are going down.
I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew right now ready to go apeshit on Flordia!
Four point underdogs - Vegas is an idiot city! I will personally punish you for this error.
Too excited to type anymore right now...
ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Boomer Sooner!
More later...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner
So, I'm here today in sunny Miami doing my usual routine in preparing for a game. I have Josh Hasbeen, err, Josh Heupel go out and round me up about a dozen of the mascots of whatever opponent we are playing - buffalos, wildcats, cowboys, bears, etc.
In this case, he brings about 10 alligators to the practice field today and dumps them in the endzone. Then he asks me how the hell do you tell a difference between an alligator and a crocodile? I told him it's easy - alligators are stupid and ugly. That's how you tell the difference, idiot.
So anyway, the next thing I do is have a water boy bring me all my practice footballs that I haven't ruined from throwing too hard or gripping too tight or whatever. I have about 150 of them right now. I then proceed throwing them as hard as I can at these gators. Don't worry. PETA has signed off on this practice as it helps control the animal population. So, I'm just drilling these gators with footballs. You know, 200 or 300 miles per hour from about 15-20 yards away. Whatever you know. It helps me get psyched up for the game. When all of a sudden, Jon Cooper interrupts me and he's got a newspaper in his hand.
I say "Jon, you know better than to interrupt me during my preparations. This better be important and not another one of those damn Family Circus cartoons that you're always showing me. If it is, I am going to make you go sit over there in the middle of all those pissed off alligators who have been getting drilled with footballs for the past 10 minutes."
Big Jon just points at the paper and shows me the Vegas line on this game. We are three and a half point underdogs. Did you know this? I didn't. I asked Jon if this was a misprint and he better not be screwing with me. He said it wasn't. See, I don't even read the news, because I am the news and I know what I did so there is no need for me to waste my time reading about myself.
Hey Vegas, seriously? Are you smoking crack? Underdogs? For real? Did you get me confused with some average quarterback like Colt McCoy or Graham Harrell? (Oh, another thing I learned was that O/U doesn't stand for Oklahoma University and how many points we would score against any team, it stands for Over/Under)
This bothered me for about 3 minutes and then I went back to chucking footballs at gators' heads, and that helped me relax.
Now, when a reporter asks me how I feel about being an underdog, I just reply - "Vegas can blow me." I know that's crude and not absoulutely necessary, but now Vegas is on my shit-list right underneath Tim Tebow, Colt McCoy, and Osama Bin Laden, and just above Jean-Claude Van Damme. And Vegas needs to know it. And, believe me, you don't want to be on that list.
I included this photo today because it cracks me up. I like to laugh, and this made me laugh. Look at Colt whoopin' it up with Mack. What bowl was that again? The Non-BCS Championship Game Bowl? Glad you all could beat Ohio State last night and not make the Big 12 look like the hellhole that Texas Tech made it look like.
Colt, you're funny, man. Gay. And funny.
Oh, and one last cool thing for today. The Cherokee nation is going to be giving out T-shirts with my name and number written in Cherokee on it. I think it's also going to have a picture of me scalping Tim Tebow on it or chopping off a gator's head with my Sooner hatchet. If not, it should. Make it happen Cherokee nation!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Dominique Franks States the Obvious
(Hey Texas, this is what Miami looks like in January. Good luck with Ohio State tonight wherever the hell your bowl is.)
So ESPN printed this article about one of our cornerbacks (I’m not sure which corner he plays), Dominique Franks. I just call him Larry, because he looks like a Larry to me. Dominique is hard to remember.
Anyway, Larry says to some reporter that the Big 12 has the best three quarterbacks in the country – myself, Colt, and Graham.
Newsflash - there is nothing newsworthy about that statement!
Newsworthy would be me climbing the four seasons hotel with no rope or safety precautions of any kind like I did last night. Newsworthy would be me running a 4.3 40 with a ruptured spleen 15 minutes after eating four blocks of provolone like I did two years ago. Newsworthy would be me throwing an incompletion that was my fault which last happened in October… of 2007.
Tim Tebow being the fourth best QB in the Big 12? That is nothing worthy of being put in print.
The thing that should be in print is the answer to the question of: Is Tim Tebow the fourth best QB in the Big 12?
Let me answer that for you - the answer is 100% false. Of course he wouldn’t be the fourth best QB in the Big 12.
Tim Tebow would have been the 11th best QB in the Big 12, and that’s only because I’m not sure if Iowa State has a QB on their roster (I’ll have my personal assistant, DeMarco, look that up for me that is if his missing hamstring doesn’t prevent him from doing some research like it supposedly does from running a football).
All Larry did was state a partial-truth and nothing more. It was not worthy of the coverage ESPN is giving it.
(The eyes of a champion, baby! Your champion! And your girlfriend's too.)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Welcome To Miami
"Water so clear you can see to the bottom
Hundred thousand dollar cars eybody got em
Aint no surprise in the club to see Sly Stallone
Miami my second home" - Sam Bradford
Buenos dias, perras!
You thought Will Smith came up with that lyric above didn't you? As Al Eshbach would say - you fool! I give the Fresh Prince all my good material in exchange for a percentage of his profits. I wrote those lyrics when I was like 10 years old.
Truth be told, I am the best one/sixteenth Cherokee indian rapper you've never heard.
I gots the Sammy Cannon
I gots the flow
Gonna get out my Sooner hatchet
And scalp Tebow
As you can tell, I have arrived in Miami - site of my national championship dominance on Tuesday night.
Some people say that we're playing in hostile territory, because we are in Florida. It is 338 miles from Miami to Gainesville, or four to five spirals from the Sammy Cannon depending upon how loose I am when I start. That's a long drive for the jean-shorted Gator fans, so I don't buy into any of this homefield advantage nonsense.
We drive Ferraris
Ya'll drive a suburban
Who the hell gives their kid
a name like Urban?
Word to ya mother.
More with The Great Sam Bradford from Miami coming up...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Dammit, Blake Griffin.
I rarely devote posts to other athletes in lesser sports, but I am pissed this morning after watching my university's basketball team play last night, and I just had to get this off my broad, massive chest this morning.
I should be doing this to you right now, Blake Griffin. After last night's embarassing loss to Arkyville, you should be getting plenty of birds flipped your way, Blake Griffin.
You can tell I'm upset, because I'm calling you out with your first and last name, Blake Griffin. It's like when my mom used to get mad at me when I was little. She would yell out "Samuel Bradford, if you throw one more football into outer space, I swear I will never buy you another one! You could hit a plane or a satellite or something and really cause some damage!" or "Samuel J. Bradford - quit hitting 475 yard drives in the front yard, and get your one/sixteenth Cherokee ass into this house for dinner right now! We're having grilled wolf tonight and it's getting cold!"
The only way I would ever allow someone to take my picture if I was flipping the bird would be if Colt McCoy was taking it. Was Colt McCoy taking this picture of you Blake? I sure hope so. Otherwise, you look ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as this next picture...
Good God almighty! What in the name of the great Wayman Tisdale were you thinking? I don't care if you were in high school and this was some sort of skit or whatever. You could be the #1 draft pick in the NBA in June. If I leave OU, I will be the #1 pick in the NFL and you don't see any pictures of me in women's clothing floating around the internet do you?
The only pictures you see of me are wrestling gators, accepting various awards, running Wall Street, just chilling out, and dominating opponents on the football field.
Get your act together Blake Griffin before I have to beat your ass into submission... again. I will forgive you eventually, Blake Griffin, but for now I reserve the right to remain pissed at your effort last night and at these unsettling photos. Right now, I hope Wayman takes his number back at least until you earn it back, because you don't deserve to wear it at this moment.
To everyone but Blake Griffin right now, I wish you all a happy New Year.
I should be doing this to you right now, Blake Griffin. After last night's embarassing loss to Arkyville, you should be getting plenty of birds flipped your way, Blake Griffin.
You can tell I'm upset, because I'm calling you out with your first and last name, Blake Griffin. It's like when my mom used to get mad at me when I was little. She would yell out "Samuel Bradford, if you throw one more football into outer space, I swear I will never buy you another one! You could hit a plane or a satellite or something and really cause some damage!" or "Samuel J. Bradford - quit hitting 475 yard drives in the front yard, and get your one/sixteenth Cherokee ass into this house for dinner right now! We're having grilled wolf tonight and it's getting cold!"
The only way I would ever allow someone to take my picture if I was flipping the bird would be if Colt McCoy was taking it. Was Colt McCoy taking this picture of you Blake? I sure hope so. Otherwise, you look ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as this next picture...
Good God almighty! What in the name of the great Wayman Tisdale were you thinking? I don't care if you were in high school and this was some sort of skit or whatever. You could be the #1 draft pick in the NBA in June. If I leave OU, I will be the #1 pick in the NFL and you don't see any pictures of me in women's clothing floating around the internet do you?
The only pictures you see of me are wrestling gators, accepting various awards, running Wall Street, just chilling out, and dominating opponents on the football field.
Get your act together Blake Griffin before I have to beat your ass into submission... again. I will forgive you eventually, Blake Griffin, but for now I reserve the right to remain pissed at your effort last night and at these unsettling photos. Right now, I hope Wayman takes his number back at least until you earn it back, because you don't deserve to wear it at this moment.
To everyone but Blake Griffin right now, I wish you all a happy New Year.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
10 Days To Gator Killin' Time
Most of you don't know this, but I loved to wrestle Gators back when I was in grade school. Once I got into high school, I moved onto grizzly bears, mountain lions, and more recently al-quaeda terrorists. But back in the day, I loved me some Gator-wrestlin'.
Just for gits and shiggles, and to get me in the proper mind set for the football game coming up, I went gator wrasslin' a few weekends ago, and here are some of the photos I ended up with...
Hey Tebow. My Heisman is bigger than your Heisman.
Just for gits and shiggles, and to get me in the proper mind set for the football game coming up, I went gator wrasslin' a few weekends ago, and here are some of the photos I ended up with...
Hey Tebow. My Heisman is bigger than your Heisman.
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