If you’re a fan of the San Diego State Aztecs, you probably don’t want to read this post.
As a fan of the San Diego State Aztecs, I don’t look forward to writing this post.
But after watching the first two games of the World Series in Cleveland – all against the wrenching backdrop of news coverage of indigenous people taking part in protests against the Dakota Access Pipeline – the mascot issue is staring us in the face right now.
(takes deep breath)
I’ll proceed with caution here, I promise.
Continue reading “We don’t want to talk about this, but we should probably talk about this”
If I may divert your attention away from football and our tightly contested quest for another Mountain West division title, we do have a full season of bouncy hoops on the horizon. Many questions about this team remain unanswered.
How will the newcomers fit into coach Fisher’s rotation? Will Jeremy Hemsley make the proverbial jump from promising freshman to dominant sophomore? Could Zylan Cheatham lob an alley-oop so high that even he, himself could not slam it down?
But even above all those is: which road trips should fans be planning? Between Fresno, Albuquerque, Reno, Phoenix and Honolulu, there are a lot fun and exciting places to develop a crippling addiction to crystal meth with the locals. Not to mention the big city excitement of Chicago, Las Vegas and Logan, Utah.
Here are your potential Aztec basketball road trips, ranked worst to best:
Continue reading “OFFICIAL POWER RANKINGS: 2016-17 basketball road trip destinations”
Congrats to everybody who picked John David Wicker in your SDSU athletic director search pool! Please tweet at to claim your cash prizes. Pay no attention to his denials – he definitely has your money.
The tough thing about analyzing an administrative hire as a sports blogger man-infant is that there’s a bit of a knowledge gap that’s unavoidable. I haven’t watched any CBS Sports telecasts of Wicker meeting with major donors to get them to fund facilitates upgrades. I can’t watch highlights set to Drowning Pool’s “Let the Bodies Hit the Floor” of him lobbying the commissioner of a Power Five conference (though I would watch the SHIT out of that tbh).
All I can to is sift through some of the precious information that’s out there already. What follows is Kabeer Thirty’s due diligence on John David Wicker.
Continue reading “Welcome back, Wicker”
What follows is a caustic précis of football results from the inferior athletic conference the San Diego State Aztecs play in. Let’s see what in the Sam Hill those middling teams did this week:
Continue reading “Literal Mountain West Roundup”
Seeing as we’ve become a fanbase of insufferable, entitled greed pigs, there has been some hand-wringing of late about how we haven’t been beating inferior Mountain West competition by nearly enough.
Happy now, jackals?
Continue reading “Aztecs win bigly against worst team they’ve played in nearly a week”
What: San José State Spartans @ San Diego State Aztecs
When: Friday, October 21 at 7:30 p.m.
TV: ESPN 2
Line: Aztecs -23.5
TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL!
If you stopped reading after a 300 quote, I don’t blame you. Rest assured that this is just as ham-fisted an idea as anything else I’ve had, and I simply looked it up. It’s bad, but not that “wow, this guy actually enjoys and is quoting 300” level of bad. Kind of like San José State football! *thumbs up*
Continue reading “Game Preview: Aztecs vs. San José State”
On Saturday morning, still buzzing from the glory of the Aztecs’ victory over Fresno State, I sat and drank a beermosa from a vintage oil can. Not the vintage Oil Can, mind you, just one I found at the dump and hastily rinsed out with warm water. Totally sanitary.
It felt good, and it should have dammit. Fresno State is a bad school for bad people and they do not deserve to possess even the most contrived, rusted-ass piece of scrap metal.
Anyway, amid my exultation, I decided to do what any red-blooded sports fan would do: Troll the local sports columnist over a bad take he had more than a year ago. It’s the American way!
The local columnist’s response was appropriately snippy, considering I was being an ass by mocking his “Fire Rocky” take from early 2015. But the more I thought about the underlying point of his retort (other than the implied “FUCK YOU ANONYMOUS BLOGGER BOY” which, again, is fair), the more I kind of take issue with it.
Continue reading “Cold-seat Rocky Long owes no apologies for dominating the Mountain West”
Another week, another bunch of inconsequential yet marginally meaningful football results from the cowardly lions of the Little Conference That Couldn’t. Hit it:
Continue reading “Lily-livered Mountain West Roundup”