Sports
By Fritz Metzinger
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January 19, 2012
Given the combination of gruesome events the last 10 days, it's a wonder I can even think about sports without bashing myself in the head with my Chris Paul Hornets bobble-head.
Perhaps I could have stomached a supremely-coached, devastatingly talented and far less complacent Alabama team trouncing my hometown darling LSU Tigers 21-0 in last Monday's BCS National Championship, if only because any team whose offensive game-plan revolves around Jordan Jefferson throwing wounded-duck bubble screens is probably undeserving of a championship, anyway.
Virginia's loss to Duke at Cameron Indoor hardly helped matters, but at least I could have relished the team's spirited performance which validated its status as arguably the strongest defensive team in the country.
But then "The Grab" happened Saturday.