The good-ol’ boys at Texas Tech are probably doing a boot-scoot boogie over the Mike Leach videos that orangebloods.com bestowed to the world this morning, uncensored videos that show the recently-canned coach giving his players hell in the locker room. Leach hits a variety of subjects, not least of which what seems to annoy him the most, those “God squad guys.”

One of my main philosophies in life is “don’t get your hopes up.” And I am absolutely maniacal in my attempts to keep my hopes at subpar levels. For instance, I’ll never jinx my favorite team, even if they have the most insurmountable lead in the history of insurmountable leads. Quite the contrary, I’ll vocalize exactly what I don’t want to happen, hoping that the Sports God(s) will hear me and think, “Well, that’s no fun. BASG is expecting Nate Schierholtz to swing at a pitch that hits him in the ribs. I guess I’ll let him...

If you’re ever wondering whether your favorite teams suck, ask yourself this question: “Have you spent more time in the past year looking at mock drafts than your team’s current statistics?” Because I sure have. I couldn’t tell you what Alex Smith’s QB rating was in 2009, but I can tell you that Walter Football has the 49ers taking Joe Haden and C.J. Spiller in the first round. I have no idea how many points Anthony Randolph scored this year before tearing up his ankle, but I know that most outlets have the Warriors taking Wesley Johnson with...

Do you guys mind if I get a little self-indulgent for a few minutes? Wait, this is a blog, which is by definition self-indulgent. Never mind. Last night I did something that made my girlfriend, SGL, scream and ensured that the next six months or so are going to be by far the busiest in both of our lives: I proposed. And at the risk of sounding like a know-it-all, I’m going to give the guys out there a list of dos and don’ts when it comes time to pop the question. Do: a ton of research before you actually go anywhere where engagement rings are sold. Because let’s...

The inflatable mattress was set up in prime position in the living room yesterday evening, directly in front of the TV. Me: wearing pajama-like clothing and thick socks, underneath two warm blankets. The dog (AKA Lincepom): lying patiently next to me, wishing I was mobile enough to throw her favorite ball across the apartment.

To truly enjoy the Vancouver Winter Olympics is to enjoy the imperfections. Sort of like walking to work in San Francisco. The weather isn’t always the best, and sometimes you see people yelling and crying for no discernible reason other than attention seeking. But the scenery’s pretty good, and it’s never boring. Well, almost never. Really, why is everyone so enamored with curling? Entire cable networks are devoted to it right now. People can’t stop talking about it. Pregnant ladies are competing and nobody blinks an eye, mostly because they’ll...

Anyone paying any sort of attention knows that hockey isn’t necessarily a hot-button issue on BASG. In fact, the Sharks are usually only mentioned when I throw out quantifiers while complaining about the state of Bay Area sports. As in, “Besides the Sharks, all the other teams around here drink monkey p—.” I’ll let your imagination tell you which 4-letter word I censored there. But today, the BASG penthouse was awash in hip checks, empty-net goals and white guy beards (and this time, I’m not just talking about mine). Russia/Czech Republic...

A lot’s been said since Tiger Woods essentially said nothing today. Yeah, he said he’s sorry, but let’s stop acting like that’s the magic word everyone in this country seems to think it is. When you were a kid, and you broke a window, hit your sister or got in trouble in class (or you did all three, which is what I would have called a “full day” back when I was a kid), how helpful was saying sorry when your parents were livid? I don’t know about you, but “I’m sorry” only worked in combination with moderate-to-severe...

I’m not one to jump on a trending topic and milk it for all it’s worth … actually, that’s exactly what I do all the time. It’s called “blogging.” So I figured there’s no time like 24 hours later to reprint the Q&A I did with Shaun White a year and a half ago, before the launch of his multi-platform snowboarding videogame. The game was a decent success, though the Wii version was far superior (if not as deep) as the somewhat boring Xbox 360 and PS3 versions of the game. I tried to go through this interview and cut out most of...

OK, so I don’t have any confirmation, but I’m about 98% sure I saw Dave Chappelle at around 6:15 yesterday evening. I was leaving work (I work on Market St, between 3rd and 4th), and sitting in front of the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, drinking a coffee and smoking a cig, was a dude who looked just like the best comic of the last decade. You know, other than George Lopez. I’ve heard rumblings that Chappelle has been seen in the city, so I’m pretty sure it was him. The cigarette, blue zip-up hoody pulled over his head and the look he gave me — the...