Hello and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. I’m coming to you late once again, and in a surprisingly okay mood despite the Bengals debacle against the Bears this afternoon. That’s most likely because I slept through the majority of the game, so I didn’t actually have to experience it. Now I know what you’re thinking, “Wow Whitty, some fan you are. Not even watching your team play just because they’re having a down season? You must not be a big sports guy.” Well, my friend, I’m currently battling a severely mild upper respiratory tract infection. The fact that I even have the strength to blog right now is incredible. Hats off to me. It takes a lot of courage to fight through an ailment like this, but I’m playing hurt because of my commitment to the game and the tremendous amount of heart that I have. I bet you feel like a jerk for calling me out for napping during the Bengals game now, don’t you? You should. And you’ve officially made my list. But I’m not going to let haters like you knock me off my game. Because I’m resilient and tough and frankly I’m just happy someone is reading this. Here’s this week’s #WUWW:
The Baseball Writers’ Association of America should be ashamed of themselves. They robbed Joseph Daniel Votto of his second National League Most Valuable Player Award and gave it to some jabroni that hit .281 and can’t decide if he wants to go by Mike or Giancarlo. You know who rakes and doesn’t have an identity crisis over what his name should be? Joey Votto. Continue reading
Hello and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. The last few weeks of college football have been pretty crazy, in an exciting kind of way (except for last week’s OSU/Iowa game, which I refuse to acknowledge), and yesterday was no exception. We saw two top 4 teams fall and four top 10 teams. In each of the past 3 weeks we’ve seen at least two top 10 teams go down. With two weeks left in the season, plus conference championship games still to come, there’s a good chance we’ll see more shakeups before all is said and done. This could be the first year we see a 2-loss team in the College Football Playoff (fingers crossed). So if the NFL isn’t giving you enough excitement (and if you’re Bengals fan like me, it isn’t), there’s plenty to be found in the college game. And if that doesn’t it for you, then I don’t know how to help you…
Good Morning and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. It’s the end of Daylight Saving Time, so if you haven’t already, make sure you set your microwave’s clock back an hour. And if you have any other clocks in your house that don’t set themselves automatically then you need to re-evaluate your life choices. I always have a hard time wrapping my mind around whether I’m getting extra time or if I’m losing time. And the people that don’t even take part in Daylight Saving Time? Are they living in the future? Or the past? Time travel is a complex, confusing concept. All I know is if for some reason this blog post isn’t available when you would normally expect it, it’s because it got lost in the Daylight Saving Time time warp. Sorry.
Welcome to a special Sunday edition of Wake Up With Whitty. Yesterday was a huge day for college football as two top 4 teams fell, and several over top 25 schools were upset by unranked opponents. I could be a little biased, but we may have witnessed the Game of the Year last night in Ohio State’s comeback victory over Penn State. They didn’t look great last night at times (especially in the uniform department), but JT Barrett and the Buckeyes pulled it off. It’s been a wild past 16 hours, so that’s my excuse if this week’s Wake Up With Whitty sucks.
Good morning and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. It’s Bengals/Steelers weekend so keep your head on a swivel out there. Burfict’s going to be out there taking heads off, and I’m sure Mike Mitchell will be doing Mike Mitchell things:
It’s going to be an ugly AFC North slugfest on Sunday. Any time these two teams get together, there’s going to be fireworks, and you can guarantee that both teams’ fans will be bitching about how dirty the other team played. In my experience, one of the two teams’ fans have been 100% justified in their complaints and the other team should quit whining because the one time that they actually did fall victim to a dirty play it helped them Steel a playoff victory. I won’t say which team is which though because Wake Up With Whitty is a place of love and acceptance so we should all just put aside the hate for a moment. Ok, moment’s over: I hate Pittsburgh. Here’s Wake Up With Whitty:
Good morning and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. It’s finally every Bengals fan’s favorite time of year: the week that the Bengals place Tyler Eifert on season ending injured reserve. It only took a little over 4 weeks this year, almost a record time. Fun fact, I bought an Eifert jersey prior to the 2014 season. He didn’t even make it through the first game that year. Since I purchased the jersey he’ll have played in 24 out of a possible 64 games for the Bengals (including the remainder of the 2017 season). Many people are saying he’s fallen victim to the infamous Whitty Jersey Curse. Did I contribute to his inability to stay healthy by purchasing his jersey? (Maybe.). Is it just a coincidence? (Probably.) Should I grow up and be an adult and stop wearing sports jerseys in general? (Never.) There’s a pretty good chance that we’ve seen him play his last game as a Bengal. As an Eifert fan, that’s tough to swallow, but it’s hard to justify keeping a guy around when he’s on the field for less than half of the team’s games. So instead, fans have to come to terms and do the only thing that’s reasonable: focus on other peoples’ problems to distract us from our own. Here’s Wake Up With Whitty. Continue reading
As summer gives way to fall the MLB postseason is finally upon us. It was a long and grueling regular season filled with errant helmet throws, pointless rules debates, and, worst of all, the Mets. One hot button issue that has taken over the world of contact sports of late has been concussions and the risks they pose for future health concerns. While head trauma is certainly a very real and very scary threat, we witnessed another very scary moment on Tuesday night during the Yankees/Twins Wild Card matchup (at least most guys would consider it scary). I’m hear to bring your attention to another player safety issue that doesn’t get nearly as much press coverage as it deserves: dudes getting hit in the junk. Continue reading
Good morning and welcome to another edition of Wake Up With Whitty. A lot is going on in the sports world right now. The college basketball world has been rocked by scandal, which hits particularly hard if you happen to be a Louisville fan. We’re just a day away from October, which is a huge month for sports. College football teams start to get into the bulk of their conference schedules, MLB playoffs get underway, and the NHL and NBA seasons start up (Wake me up when September ends, am I right?). So go ahead and settle in with your caffeinated beverage of choice. Maybe it’s coffee. Maybe it’s tea. Maybe it’s an energy drink. Maybe it’s something really cool that I don’t even know about. I’m accepting of all ways of life here, unlike one of my coffee-drinking elitist fellow bloggers. Unless you’re one of those people that just wake up naturally energized and don’t need caffeine to get through life. That’s weird. Get out of here with that shit.
Oh, hello there. I didn’t see you come in. I was too busy reading last week’s Wake Up With Whitty. Look at me. So young and innocent. So vibrant and happy. So optimistic and full of enthusiasm. So ignorant and naive. A lot has happened since we last met. The Buckeyes were beaten by the Sooners. Baker Mayfield planted an Oklahoma flag right through my heart. The Bengals lost. Twice. People are calling for quarterback changes on both teams. The Reds were officially eliminated from playoff contention (we knew that was coming months ago, but it still stings when it becomes official). Now I sit here, dejected. Jaded. My spirit broken. I hate sports. Here’s Wake Up With Whitty: