Tag: sports
A Big Bowl of Fiesta
by Jeff Summers on Jan.04, 2010, under Miscellaneous
It had been less than one day that the University of Phoenix Stadium hosted a professional football game between the Arizona Cardinals and the Green Bay Packers.
As the final fans were filing out of the stadium, workers began assembling to transform the venue from the NFL to college football. Since the University of Phoenix Stadium opened in 2006 it has been the home not only to the Cardinals but also to the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl.
Why the BCS is Good for College Football
by Jeff Summers on Dec.07, 2009, under Miscellaneous
I should probably preface this by saying I am not a huge follower of college football; at least not to the extent that I follow baseball. That being said, I do keep tabs on how the season is progressing and of course I follow my alma mater and the local teams.
Given my foot injury this past weekend and the fact that I have already watched all of the baseball games I have on the TiVo at least a million times I turned my attention to the college football games on the television.
The Agony of Defeat
by Jeff Summers on Jun.07, 2008, under Miscellaneous
I grew up in a small farming community in Idaho. At the time I thought I grew up in a big city in Idaho but it wasn’t until after I graduated from college and moved to Arizona that I realized that the entire population of my home town would fit within the confines of Chase Field and it would not be a sell-out. I then had to come to grips with the fact that I was from a hick town in Idaho. Living in Idaho was kind of like living in Bedrock with the Flintstones. I take that back, even the Flintstones had phones even if they were made of rocks and shells. There were places in Idaho that did not get telephone service until this century. We did however get television. Not cable mind you, that would have to wait until my senior year of high school before that arrived. No, television in our day consisted of 3 channels: NBC, ABC, and CBS. Wow, I sound so old when I say that. My kids would say I wasn’t really living at that point; it was more just a matter of survival. They may be right. Whenever I go back to visit my parents I feel as though I stepped into a time machine and am teleported back into the dark ages. I half expect to turn the corner and see them burning a witch at the stake or something.


