Louisville leads the Citrus Bowl 3-0. LSU missed a field goal on its first drive. The Cardinals got down to the LSU 6-yard line on its second drive, but the Bayou Bengals held Lamar Jackson and company out of the end zone. Following the field goal, both teams have punted.
LSU hasn’t won the Citrus Bowl since 1979, when it was the Tangerine Bowl. That was Charles McClendon’s final game as LSU coach after 18 seasons. The Bayou Bengals defeated Wake Forest 34-10. The Demon Deacons were coached by John Mackovic, who later coached the Chiefs, Texas Longhorns and Arizona Wildcats. LSU lost the Citrus Bowl to Iowa in Nick Saban’s last game as coach in 2004, then to Penn State in 2009.
I am so glad Ronda Rousey lost last night to Amanda Nunes. Maybe now people will shut up about this overrated woman and focus on the real talent in UFC. I have never watched UFC to begin with, but having to hear non-stop about Rousey got sickening after a while.
Rousey has now had the piss beaten out of her twice. Holly Holm did it last November. It’s time Rousey do something else with her life. Maybe she can become a professional wrestler. If she does, I would love to see Trish Stratus come out of retirement and kick her ass too.
Or maybe Rousey can start making babies with that piece of shit man in her life. Travis Browne slapped around his ex-wife, Jenna Webb, yet Rousey saw fit to start sleeping with him while he was still married. Browne is a lowlife. Actually, lowlife is too kind of a term. He is human feces. If Rousey wants to make a baby with such a shithead, then I can’t help it. She wants to be stupid, let her.
I could care less about what Ronda Rousey does. Just as long as we don’t have to hear about her anymore.
Next time, Bethe Correia, shut your claptrap and back it up in the octagon before you go mouthing off.
Check that. Just shut up.
Correia got her just rewards earlier this morning (very late last night in the Central Time Zone) when Ronda Rousey destroyed her in 34 seconds to retain the UFC Bantamweight championship in Rio de Janeiro. Rousey didn’t even need to take Correia to the canvas and apply her devastating armbar. Instead, “Rowdy” simply pummeled the Brazilian loudmouth with a pair of devastating right hands, beating Correia at her own game.
In May, Correia made the fatal mistake of telling Rousey that she shouldn’t “kill herself” if she lost, even though Correia damn well knew Rousey’s dad committed suicide.
The question now becomes what is left for Rousey to prove in UFC?
Miesha Tate, the only fighter to last past the first round with Rousey, will get a third shot at the queen in January or February. Unless Tate pulls off one of the biggest shockers in 21st century sports, Rousey will then have no competition, period, unless she wants to fight a man, and that would be too risky. Could she go back to judo, in which she earned an Olympic bronze medal in 2008 at Beijing? Could she attempt freestyle wrestling and be ready for the 2020 Olympics in Tokyo? Maybe she goes to the WWE in honor of her late friend, Rowdy Roddy Piper, who died Thursday of a heart attack at 61. Or there’s always acting.
No matter what, Rousey will be a very rich lady. I don’t know of a single product who would not want her as a lead endorser.
I love Rousey, but anyone who paid $54 ($49.95 plus tax) to watch the fight is nuts. And no way was I sitting in a crowded Buffalo Wild Wings.
It’s after 11 p.m. in the Central Time Zone, and the big UFC Bantamweight championship bout between the sexy and tough Ronda Rousey and big mouth bitch Bethe Correia has yet to begin. The thing is, it’s after 2 a.m. in Rio De Janeiro, where the fight card is taking place. So much for Elton John’s 1973 classic “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting”, at least for the eastern third of the United States and the majority of Canada’s population, which is situated in the provinces in the Eastern Time Zone, Ontario and Quebec.
It is reminiscent of October 30, 1974, when the bout for the World Heavyweight boxing championship between George Foreman and Muhammad Ali in Zaire (previously and currently Democratic Republic of the Congo) started at 4 a.m. local time in order to be shown in prime time on closed circuit television in the Eastern and Central time zones (8/7 C) in the United States. Ali won the “Rumble in the Jungle” and regained the heavyweight championship by knocking out Foreman in the eighth round.
Rousey will hopefully beat the living daylights out of Correia and torture her in doing so. In May, Correia said on Twitter tha she hoped Rousey won’t “kill herself” if she lost.
Rousey’s father committed suicide when she was a teenager. He had been in pain for several years following a sledding accident. Correia crossed the line and she attempted a phony apology, which Rousey rightly rejected.
Even though this fight is in Correia’s home country, the Brazilian has not curried much favor amongst the natives, who instead have taken quite a liking to Rousey, who may be America’s best female athlete right now. Maybe it’s making good for Americans embracing Pele when the futbol icon played for the New York Cosmos of the North American Soccer League from 1974 through 1977.
Today is also the 34th anniversary of the premiere of MTV. The first video was The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star”. In those days, MTV actually lived up to its full name of Music Television and played MUSIC VIDEOS. None of this other crap. Yes, I loved Beavis and Butt-Head when I was in high school, but I could do with out Teen Mom, 16 and Pregnant, The Hills, and yes, even Two-a-Days, the so-called look at the Hoover (Ala.) High School football program which played more like a teen soap opera, more focused on who was dating who instead of how to stop an option offense
It is also the 49th anniversary of Charles Whitman’s killing spree in Austin. He killed his wife and mother, three visitors to the University of Texas Memorial Tower, then climbed to the top of the tower and used it as a sniper’s perch, killing 12, including an unborn baby. Six and a half years later, New Orleans would become the next American city to be terrorized by a sniper. .