#DeflateThis "The Day Brady Took LOBs Soul" Official Patriots vs Seahawks Super Bowl XLIX Thread

[Big Boss]

 

[nalej]

And actually our avis are different, he has the parential advisory sticker on his, I don't

Changed my avi

 

[nalej]

How bout something as recent as deflating footballs to gain an advantage. Where is the penalty and fine for that? It's completely bias how they hand out fines and this week it's backfiring on them.

 

[NkrumahWasRight Is Wrong]

How bout something as recent as deflating footballs to gain an advantage. Where is the penalty and fine for that? It's completely bias how they hand out fines and this week it's backfiring on them.

lets keep that in the deflate thread. we should stick to football in here

 

[bangbreh]

He gonna learn

Both teams throwin shots
Somebody gettin hurt this game, this is how Super Bowls should hype up.

 

[nalej]

Let Killa Kam touch him a couple times and see if he still thinks the same.

 

[drifter]

Any Hawks brehs catch Sherman's article on SI? My mans going to be a dad

 

[Listen]

Totally spun by this d bag.

I just watched him speak and he said, verbatime:

"I don't care about them being a top defense, they don't bother me.... They were good enough to get here, just like we were good enough to get here. They aren't immortal, they can be beat." - Blount.

 

[EducatedBrothaFromTheBank]

I think this may go down as the most entertaining SB of all time... from Beastmode to Deflate Gate to the overall fukkery of the Seahawks players

 

[nalej]

How did Pete jack up his nose like that? Didn't know how bad it was till I saw this.

 

[NkrumahWasRight Is Wrong]

How did Pete jack up his nose like that? Didn't know how bad it was till I saw this.

Always noticed it..musta got broken and he refused treatment on it back in the day or somethin.

I was searching for answers and I stumbled on this article along the way (doesnt explain nose and from 2007): http://www.lamag.com/longform/23-reasons-why-a-profile-of-pete-carroll-does/

Here are some highlights (article is long as fukk):

I ask Carroll where he’s going, what he’s doing. He doesn’t answer. I ask if I can come along. No, he says, absolutely not. I ask again. Sorry, he says. I stare imploringly. OK, he says, looking me up and down—but you’d better change. He rummages through a small wardrobe in the corner of his office and finds a white polo, which he flips to me like a screen pass.

Put this on....How come?...Your shirt, it’s blue—you might get shot.

We start in east South-Central, a block without streetlights, without stores. Broken glass in the gutters. Fog and gloom in the air. We hop out and approach a group of young men bunched on the sidewalk. Glassy-eyed, they’re either drunk, stoned, or else just dangerously bored. They recognize Carroll right away. Several look around for news trucks and politicians, and they can’t hide their shock when they realize that Carroll is here, relatively speaking, alone.

Carroll shakes hands, asks how everyone’s doing. He marches up and down the sidewalk, the same way he marches up and down a sideline—exhorting, pumping his fist. At first the young men are nervous, starstruck, shy. Gradually they relax. They talk about football, of course, but also about the police, about how difficult it is to find a job. They talk about their lives, and their heads snap back when Carroll listens.

A car pulls up. Someone’s mother, back from the store. She freezes when she sees who’s outside her house. Carroll waves, then helps her with the groceries....

Next we drive to the Jordan Downs housing projects, one of the most dangerous places in L.A. We find a craps game raging between the main buildings. Forty young men huddle in the dark, a different sort of huddle from the ones Carroll typically supervises. They are smoking, cursing, shoving, intent on the game, but most fall silent and come to attention as they realize who’s behind them. Pete Carroll, someone whispers. Pete Carroll?

[One of Carrolls friends] says Carroll is more complicated than I suspected: “When we talk, we sometimes turn to sports, but more often to philosophy and the amazing possibilities of human nature. For awhile we worked together with Russian coaches and athletes and talked about ending the Cold War…. We’ve discussed Indian philosophy, religious mysticism, parapsychology as a scientific discipline, and various social causes....

In an unguarded moment Carroll confesses that he made up his mind long ago about journalists. They’re unavoidable, he says. Like injuries and agents, they come with the job, and it’s best to “build relationships” with them. Know your enemy as you know yourself. (Wisdom from Sun Tzu, the ancient Chinese military strategist, one of Carroll’s spiritual pillars.) Journalists might help Carroll or flatter him, but they’re more likely to wound him, something he learned the hard way in Boston, ten years ago, coaching the New England Patriots. Boston writers were brutal, he says. They blamed Carroll for not being his predecessor, Bill Parcells. They blamed him for not being his successor, Bill Belichick. They blamed him for breathing. Holding back a little, therefore, isn’t ungenerous. It’s gamesmanship. It’s ball control....

He tells me a great story, never before published, about the time he hit bottom in New England. Unable to sleep, he flipped on the TV and found a movie about Babe Ruth. He watched Bostonians booing Ruth and thought: Those are the same guys who boo me as I come through the tunnel every Sunday, and they’re booing the greatest baseball player of all time! He was able to laugh, to lighten up, to feel a connection with the Bambino, which got him through the hard times. I write it all down. Days later he gives the same story to The Boston Globe.

He goes off the record like Lindsay Lohan goes off the wagon. I like him (another reason I can’t profile him, shouldn’t profile him), but I’ll never forgive him for declaring one particularly delicious rant against a fellow coach—an “a$$hole” and “a fukking a$$hole”—off the record.

A USC strength coach says Carroll is a workout fiend, always looking for new ways to get the heart rate up and the body fat down. He lifts weights, boogie-boards under the pier at Hermosa Beach, and after an exhausting morning of meetings and interviews and speeches, he likes nothing better than to run the floor hard with a pickup basketball team. A doctor told him long ago that his knees are bad, bone-on-bone bad, and he should never play basketball again. He doesn’t go to that doctor anymore.

Every year on Carroll’s birthday he vows to throw a football as far as he is old. When he turned 56 in September, he made a point of going out to the field in the morning and chucking the rock 56 yards.

If I shut my eyes and try to picture my time with Carroll, one scene comes quickly to mind. It’s late. He’s pacing outside his office, glancing at a game on TV, tossing a football to himself, talking to me and several assistant coaches all at once. Suddenly and unaccountably he leans against a leather chair and starts doing push-ups. Slumped in a chair, eyelids heavy, I can’t help wondering if he might secretly be using crystal meth.

His ability to unravel, decipher, and streamline the book won him praise from many in the organization, including Bill Walsh, his shining hero. (Months after Walsh’s death, Carroll keeps a Walsh voice mail in his cell phone and listens to it every time he clicks through his saved messages.)

Over takeout one night—I devour mine, he picks at his like a supermodel—Carroll says his time in Boston inoculated him against criticism. “I’ve already been dead,” he says. “You can’t kill a dead man.”

While coaching the Jets, Carroll got his hands on some strange reading material, stuff that was really “out there,” he says. He was seeking the philosophers’ stone, the idea or set of ideas that would help him reach players and also find meaning in his life. He befriended a blind woman, a “futurist,” who read crystals in her spare time and experienced strong visions whenever Carroll was near. “We had kind of a cool friendship. I was learning about Native American stuff.” Carroll stumbled on a concept called “Long Body,” a way the Iroquois thought of the tribe. One feels pain, all feel pain. One triumphs, all triumph. Long Body. He began applying this idea to football. “Things were occurring,” he says. “I didn’t know—I had a meeting with players and coaches, and I was telling them about this Iroquois concept. Connection of the tribe. They live together, they hunt together. They become one.

I ask Carroll if I can read this manifesto. Carroll says he has no idea where it is. He might not have written it, per se.

What?

It might have been a dream, he says. What matters is that he woke one day and knew himself. He had himself down cold. He was ready to go forth. He was ready to win.

@Silkk

 

[nalej]

wtf my man Pete smokes peyote or some shyt

 

[Silkk]

Always noticed it..musta got broken and he refused treatment on it back in the day or somethin.

I was searching for answers and I stumbled on this article along the way (doesnt explain nose and from 2007): http://www.lamag.com/longform/23-reasons-why-a-profile-of-pete-carroll-does/

Here are some highlights (article is long as fukk):

















@Silkk

I aint reading all that shyt


Maybe tomorrow

 

[NkrumahWasRight Is Wrong]

wtf my man Pete smokes peyote or some shyt

i had the krs face almost the whole article.

remember that he was grilling sergeants on 9/11 coverups and shyt too? hes just gully.

cant kill a dead man though he must want this ultimate revenge win over Kraft and Billy so fukkin bad.

fukked over left for dead dissed and forgotten hes gonna be bumpin ether all week

 

[NkrumahWasRight Is Wrong]

I aint reading all that shyt

read the bolded then

the article itself is like 15x longer too haha