Trojans turn Hoos into orange crush

A record crowd of 64,947 assembled at Scott Stadium on Saturday to watch Virginia’s 2008 football debut against the University of Southern California, and they bore witness to a Cavalier dismantling by a bigger, stronger, faster team. The Trojans returned to the West Coast with a 52-7 victory.

“USC—a big, powerful, fast group with superior quarterback play today,” said UVA’s head coach, Al Groh, after the game. “We were anything but big and fast, and our quarterback turned the ball over too many times.”

After playing surprisingly well last year and going 9-4, UVA came into this season with fewer than half of its starters and was a 19-point underdog against the Trojans. The Cavaliers had to scratch, claw and fight for every one of their 187 yards gained while the boys from Troy effortlessly racked up 558 yards.

All that prevented it from being a shut out was a first quarter UVA scoring drive that depended on the Trojans’ generous gift of 25 yards in penalties. When Mikell Simpson ran in that 7-yard touchdown, UVA had already given up 21 points. By the fourth quarter, the Sea of Orange had dissipated into a few miserable puddles, with Trojan fans outnumbering Wahoos as they watched Virginia utterly collapse, fumbling the ball twice in the waning minutes. Both teams put in second and third string players to end the three and a half hour match.

The offense came out with a new pass-heavy look, operating exclusively out of the shotgun until the game was out of reach. Though the pocket quickly collapsed around him, sophomore quarterback Peter Lalich completed 18 of 35 passes for 155 yards, but he began forcing things in the second half, throwing into double coverage for an interception and fumbling a couple of snaps.

“We had a lot of open guys out there that I should have hit,” said Lalich. “There was a lot of times that we could have turned this thing around.”

Throughout the offseason, Groh held his cards close about who would be the starting quarterback. It wasn’t until minutes before kickoff that it was announced that Lalich would play the position—just as everyone had expected anyway. The secrecy, however, was kept up after the game—Lalich said he “wasn’t allowed to talk about” when he got the job.

On defense, Virginia’s front line, sans Chris Long and Jeffrey Fitzgerald, couldn’t get any pressure on USC’s quarterback Mark Sanchez, who started picking on freshman cornerback Chase Minnefield in the second half and racked up 338 passing yards. Southern Cal’s stable of running backs juked and smashed their way past UVA tacklers for 216 yards on the ground.

“To be honest, as far as the plays and all the things they did, we pretty much knew what was going to happen,” said Clint Sintim, UVA linebacker and co-captain. “That’s why I guess it’s so disappointing.”

If there’s any consolation for Wahoos, it’s that the rest of the ACC looks similarly mediocre. Virginia Tech lost yesterday to East Carolina 27-22 and N.C. State was shut out by South Carolina on Thursday. Maryland and North Carolina both struggled to beat Division I-AA teams.

The Cavaliers will have the chance to redeem themselves against Richmond this Saturday.

Final Thoughts on the DNC in Denver

I realize at this point most of you are probably out drinking and have moved on to more pressing matters like Michael Jackson’s 50th birthday, but figured I’d give this baby some closure.

For the first time in recent memory, the Dems came off as politically competent. Of course, not unlike political cartoonists, the material they have to work with is easier than ever. That said, I’ve become pretty jaded over the past eight years, and I’m very troubled by the fact that the election is so close. It feels so counter-intuitive to say this, but despite that brilliant performance last night, I will be more surprised than not if Obama wins. I’m not making a prediction; that’s just my overall sentiment. I hope sanity will prevail.

This was my first national political convention, and as my colleagues and I discussed, the experience is the exact opposite of the sedentary cartoonist lifestyle. In short, it’s intense. It’s a little like traveling to a foreign country, having to learn quickly and think on your feet in an unfamiliar place with strange rules. But it was great fun, and I’ve really enjoyed writing about it.

I want to give a shout out to Marcia and George for their unbelievable hospitality — they kept me fed and hydrated, and they uncomplainingly picked me up at the light rail station late at night. And special thanks go to their kids: Trey, Geoff, and Amanda.

Trey gave up his bedroom for a whole week so I could stay here in comfort. It also made the perfect office. Yoda has watched down on my every move.

Over and out from Denver; back to lower elevations tomorrow.

Smooth Sailing in the Stadium

It was a star-studded evening at Invesco Field/Mile High Stadium, kind of like the Lollapalooza concert I saw in Scranton in 1992, only with politicians. And even better. As far as I could tell, the show went off without a hitch and lived up to everyone’s big expectations. You probably don’t need me to tell you that Obama’s speech was a humdinger.

Both Mr. Slowpoke and commenter Toby have informed me that the media is obsessing over the Greek columns that were behind Obama, of all things. After all those hours of speeches filled with juicy lines, they’re talking about the freakin’ set decorations?! I’m sorry, that’s just sick. As I noted in the comments to my previous post, I didn’t give the pillars much thought. From where I was sitting, they were but one small part of an overwhelming spectacle.

I have a lot more to say, but I’m delirious with sleep deprivation right now, and I also have a cartoon deadline. I’ll be back tomorrow (Friday) afternoon with a full report. In the meantime, please tell me the TV coverage wasn’t as bad as I think.

Palin: A Hollow Overture

Okay, I’m back in the blogging saddle. How about that McCain veep pick? Gotta love how the GOP suddenly embraces women when politically expedient (see also their sudden concern for Muslim women). I’m hoping Hillary speaks out loud and clear that Palin is not an adequate "replacement." I think she will; it’s just a matter of when.

My understanding is that Palin’s positions are largely the inverse of Hillary’s. As others have said before me, it’s high time we started making a distinction between being a woman and being for women’s equality.

Day Four: Photos From Mile High Stadium

Wow, I took upwards of 200 photos yesterday. Took a while to get through them all, but here are some highlights:


The approach. Yesterday was a perfect day, weather-wise, the finest since I’d arrived.


Our guv and almost-VP Tim Kaine, larger than life.


"I love you!" Stevie Wonder greeted the crowd. Put on your magnifying glasses and look for a guy holding a mic to the right of the  right-hand flag. That’s him in the flesh.


Hey, that guy looks familiar. Not sure who was doing the interviewing.


Gore looms large overhead. It would have been extra-cool if that bucking bronco were real.

 
Wolf Blitzer and Paul Begala did their thing not far from where I was sitting.


Diane Sawyer and George Stephanopoulos on the ABC News stage, which was even more directly under my nose than CNN’s. That might be Donna Brazile to the right of George.

Barack and Michelle exit the stage (they’re on the left). I realize this is a crappy photo. Sadly, most of my Obama photos were blurry.

Pyrotechnics after Obama delivers the goods.

The Falsies: Who ordered the chicken?

It’s a bit too early to start yakking about my Halloween costume plans—Jack White, in case you were wondering—but judging by the Mary Chapin Carpenter Christmas record that I just received in the mail and a new Ani DiFranco record that came wrapped like it belonged under a fir tree, I think it’s O.K. to jump the gun and talk about bands that like to play dress-up. And, Halloween or not, you can’t do that in Charlottesville without bringing up The Falsies.


The Falsies: Tastes like chicken, but can you hear the costumes on record?


I’ve got a review of The Falsies’ latest EP in next Tuesday’s C-VILLE; I’m not going to give the verdict away—listen to some rough mixes here to get an idea—but I’ll say this: Any band fronted by a cross-dressing singer and anchored by a chicken on the skins has a lot to prove on record.

I think that the most successful "costume bands" know how to pair their garb with their personalities or mission statements. KISS nailed it with their makeup, of course—Paul Stanley‘s guitar work was the star, Gene Simmons was a monster and Peter Criss was as worthless as a cat (I’m kidding, honestly; hell, I own a copy of Detroit Rock City).

Jack White has his rule of threes and sticks to the red, white and black for live gigs and albums; Bowie stayed in character as "Ziggy Stardust" for the tour that followed …Spiders from Mars; The Misfits wrote goofy and creepy songs and performed in goofy and creepy makeup.

Unless they’re secretly singing about transvestite poultry, The Falsies really just wear costumes for the sake of wearing costumes, but bless their mess, they do it consistently live; the challenge is recording music that sounds like a chicken in a skirt.

Lay it on me, folks—who were the greatest bands to ever throw on costumes and cake on foundation and eyeliner?

Notes From That Thing I Went To Last Night

I wish I could have posted this this morning, but because Monday is Labor Day, I faced an early cartoon deadline and had to deal with that first. (We at Slowpoke, Inc. deeply respect Labor Day, of course.) From my jottings while at Invesco Field Mile High Product Placement Stadium:

I arrived not long before Sheryl Crow sang "A Change Will Do Us Good," a variation on her hit "A Change Will Do You Good." Speaking of song lyrics, I actually heard Lenny Kravitz’s "Are You Gonna Go My Way?" twice in Pepsi Center. Maybe an invitation to Hillary supporters?

Bill Richardson had a nice line: "John McCain may be paying hundreds for his shoes, but America will be paying for his flipflops."

I sat next to a reporter for a German-language Swiss weekly, Woz Die Wochenzeitung. Here’s something he wrote, if you can read German.

By the way, the French TV correspondent I talked to yesterday said the BBC sent, like, 92 people to Denver. I have no way of confirming that, but I would not be surprised.

One thing you couldn’t observe watching TV was the stadium-wide foot stomping that shook the whole place on several occasions.

Al Gore got a long standing ovation.

I loved the Long Island accent of the pet store owner from Florida echoing throughout the stadium: "We can’t affawd faw maw yeahs!"

An hour or so before Obama came on, the text of his speech was released to the press, as was the case with many major speakers at the convention. I didn’t read it, though. I waited to hear it delivered.

As you can imagine, the anticipation kept building and building, and you might say there was some electricity in the air by the time he walked onstage. For me the most spine-tingly moment was when he talked about MLK. But there were so many great memebusting lines — about how Repubs say to pull yourself up by your bootstraps even if you don’t have any boots, and how the ownership society means you’re on your own, and that "it’s time for them to own their failure." Smackdowns don’t get any better than that.

Post-Pepsi Ponderings

The nonstop activity here is finally catching up with me, and I can feel entire lobes of my brain shutting down. If I start using monosyllabic words only or speaking in tongues, you’ll know why.

I wanted to catch up briefly on some notes I’ve been making about the speeches over the past few days. First off, Biden’s struck me as strong and forthright; I liked that he wasn’t afraid to say "These times require more than a good soldier. They require a wise leader." I thought his right-wing framing of "the dignity of work" was kind of meh — too many low-wage jobs are pretty damned awful, unsafe, and undignified, and it’s time we moved past that overgeneralization (or improved those jobs). But the right is so ridiculously fixated on welfare, I understand why he said it. Overall, a good speech that made him seem likable.

I felt Mark Warner’s speech was effective because it complicated the stupid pro-business/anti-business binary that seems to prevail in most political discourse. Nice name check of TJ.

Would write more, but I need to get ready to leave for the stadium. Not sure about internet access there, but we’ll see.

Day Three Photos

No wacky hats or celebs, I’m afraid, but this should give you a sense of how I spent my time.


Trying to find the end of the security line. It was longer than in previous days, even though I arrived earlier.

A breathless moment in the hall: Hillary releasing her delegates

The DNC Blogger Lounge, a small room off of the larger blogger/press filing area I was in the other day. 

Some Blogger Lounge levity

I miraculously managed to snag a floor pass just as Biden went on.

The hall goes wild as Obama makes his surprise appearance (I think it was actually a surprise for most people). If you look closely, you’ll notice a few people are staring down in concern at the collapsed man, not shown.

The three-day party at Pepsi is over. On to Mile High Stadium.

Warner turns down televised debate

Perhaps Mark Warner feels he’s had enough television exposure after his speech at the Democratic National Convention. In a press release, The League of Women Voters of Virginia says it won’t hold its customary senatorial debate because former Governor Mark Warner has opted not to participate.

“Exposing voters to a rigorous debate of the critical issues facing this nation today is a cornerstone of the democratic election process in America,” said Peter Maroney, vice president of WTVR, a CBS station that would have aired the debate. “It is regrettable that former Governor Warner has chosen to deny Virginians that opportunity by declining this statewide broadcast opportunity.” WCVE, a PBS station, would have also aired the debate.

Warner and his Republican opponent, Jim Gilmore (another former governor), debated in late July at The Homestead, but the event was not broadcast.

Traditionally, the frontrunner controls the debate line-up, and Warner is certainly the frontrunner. The latest Rasmussen Reports poll puts Warner up 26 points over Gilmore.