Two nights ago, LeBron James and the Revolution (see Chappelle’s Show) strolled into Madison Square Garden to take on Isaiah Thomas and his band of flunkies (also see Chappelle’s Show). Before the game LeBron promised he would hang a 50 spot on the artists formerly known as the New York Knicks.

Of course, King James came through with his promise, delivering 50 points en route to the Cavs 119-105 win. Another ho hum night in the world of Lebron, right? Is anyone really surprised that he lived up to his word? We’re not, especially against the Knicks, who need to put a few of their players on Jarred’s Subway diet. It might help them get back and play a little transition D.

But praising LeBron and trashing the Knicks isn’t the point we’re trying to get to. The most exciting moment in the game (other than LeBron’s 40 foot three pointer at the end of the first half) came when a fan, dressed in a LeBron jersey, ran onto the court and told King James to tell him he’s his favorite player and essentially that he worships him. The fan was quickly escorted off of the court by two large white men in suits who have been working at the garden ever since the mafia fell apart years ago. It’s good that everyone can find employment in these tough economic times.

To our surprise, LeBron was pretty pleased with the accolades he received from the crazed fan who walked onto the court, and even seemed to encourage that type of behavior. Here’s his postgame reaction:

“It was a great feeling. You get a fan to come down there to express the way he feels about you…told me I was his favorite player, that never happens. I respect him, I respect his pride and for him to come out there and tell me something like that face to face, it’s the (most) unbelievable thing that ever happened to me.”

LeBron, be careful what you say. Do you want a fan in every NBA city to come up to you every game on the court? People are crazy LeBron. We know your probably not a history buff, but someone did try to kill former President Reagan because they thought it would impress Jodie Foster. There might some more crazies out there like that, you know, trying to impress Jamie Lynn Spears.

LeBron said, “It’s the most unbelievable thing that’s ever happened to me.” Really, is a crazy guy telling you you’re his favorite player really the most unbelievable thing that’s ever happened to you? How about your 100+ million dollar Nike contract, or the fact that you were drafted first overall and drew immediate comparisons to Michael Jordan? We would even bet that that halfcourt shot you hit against the Knicks is better than some kind words from a stalker. And how many ridiculously insane, Cinemax-esque sexual escapades have you taken part in? You’re telling us those aren’t the most unbelievable things that have ever happened to you? Magic Johnson had sex with five women in an elevator once, we’re sure you’ve topped that.

1. Barry the builder?
If you are white or Asian, don’t ask Barry Bonds to build you a house, it’s just not going to happen. Some of Bonds’ sealed testimony was recently leaked, and while it provided few juicy steroid-related details, we did get to learn about the rules and regulations Bonds would impose if he were a steroid-using contractor instead of a steroid-using baseball player. Here’s a fun quote from a Q and A session with federal investigators.
Q: “With all the money you make, have you ever thought of maybe building him (former personal trainer Greg Anderson) a mansion or something?”
A: “One, I’m black. And I’m keeping my money. And there’s not too many rich black people in this world. And I’m keeping my money. There’s more wealthy Asian people and Caucasian and white. There ain’t that many rich black people. And I ain’t giving my money up. That’s why.”
First of all, that is a mentally challenged question. Second of all, why didn’t Barry just say, “it’s my money, I’m not going to build him a house, even if he is my friend.” Why did black people and white people and Asian people and Caucasian people get dragged into this hypothetical house-building scenario? Which brings us to our final question for Barry. Barry, you mention both white people and Caucasian people. Are they different? Have we been filling out our SAT bubble sheets wrong all along? If Caucasian is the only option and we are white, should we put other? We hope to hear back from Barry soon to clear up this confusion, and we’re thinking of adding a sun-room to the back of the house, hopefully he can give us an estimate.

2. The Bronx is continuing to burn
Now that George Steinbrenner has had his things packed up for him and been moved into a nursing home, where we hear he is “The Boss” of the canasta team, his son Hank is picking up right where daddy left off by throwing around money left and right (the Yankees new stadium will cost $1.3 billion) and by losing his head quicker than a bobblehead doll in an earthquake. Here’s what he said about the Red Sox:
“Red Sox Nation?” Hank says. “What a bunch of [expletive] that is. That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans. Go anywhere in America and you won’t see Red Sox hats and jackets, you’ll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country.”
As a response, Red Sox owner John Henry has made baby Steinbrenner a member of Red Sox nation, complete with a newsletter, bumper stickers, seats at Fenway and a hat autographed by Big Papi, David Ortiz himself.
We couldn’t make this stuff up if we tried.

3. College basketball fan posterboard-sign of the week
We know, we know, you’re sick of having to read about Erin Andrews. We’ve written about her quite a bit over the last few weeks, but she is only the greatest woman alive? Do you know any other lady that could make dress pants look sexy while asking LeBron James how he reacted to the Bull’s choice to switch to a box and one zone midway through the third quarter? We didn’t think so. So, we will continue to chronicle any Erin Andrews related material that we can dig up, partially in hopes that she stumbles across a copy of the Emory Wheel and gives us a call (please, Erin, please!) Without further adieu, here is this week’s bit of Ms. Andrews news.
At the recent Kansas/Kansas State game, a Kansas fan held up a sign that highlights his appreciation for Ms. Andrews’ love of the game of hoops. It read:
“Erin Andrews loves the hardwood.”
If that doesn’t get you excited, we don’t know what will.

4. The, ‘honey I’m sorry we missed getting to the movie theater to see “Fool’s Gold” on time, there were only 40 seconds left in the game, I had no idea it would take that long’ stat of the week.
Saturday’s Georgetown-Marquette match-up proved to be a thrilling game. It did get a little slow, however. The last 40 seconds of the game took 10 minutes of real time to come to an end. If you did miss your screening of “Fool’s Gold” because the game ran long and had to see “No Country for Old Men” again instead, we salute you. It seems timeouts can save lives.

Stephon Marbury, the alleged point guard of the New York Knicks, finally showed a little optimism. We got to see him smile and display a little confidence in his team instead of what we’ve grown used to over the last few months: threatening to bribe his coach, abandoning his teammates on a road trip and selling really cheap basketball shoes that make your assist to turnover ratio plummit and don’t allow you to shoot over 30 percent from three when you wear them. No, we finally caught Stephon in a YouTube video in a good mood, ready to play solid basketball. But there’s a catch. The YouTube video was filmed last off-season, after Marbury learned that the Knicks had signed the coveted young big-man Zach Randolph from the Blazers, who by the way has a bad attitude, is a basket case and is highly overrated. Despite that, Marbury was thrilled to have the Big Pudding Cup on his team (did you like that one? We made it up on the spot. Can’t you see Randolph taking Bill Cosby’s place in Jell-O commercials?). Here’s what he said (keep in mind that as he’

s speaking he has a confused grin on his face and he is yelling at cameras and at the crowd that surrounds him like an infant who woke up to early from a nap, but was happy to find that Teletubbies was on).

“Did ya’ll see? Did ya’ll see we got Zach Randolph?  Did anybody see that? Now we got a beast to throw the ball down low to. They scared now! We got Zach Randolph and Eddie Curry! We got Eddie Curry on one side and we got a left hand, southpaw, switch it up, think he’s goin’ shoot right, but he switch it left [on the other side]. You can’t beat that. It was a power move, we got a young, youthier player with the young Zach Randolph.”

Everyone collect their breath. We’re going to need to break this down line by line. “Now we got a beast to throw the ball down low to, they scared now!”

What a beast, a beast that shoots 45 percent from the floor. Yikes, put away those scary claws and fangs Mr. Randolph, we bow down to your monstrous post play.

“We got Zach Randolph and Eddie Curry!” That is one of the most horrifying lines ever uttered in the English language. It’s like being excited that Ted Kaczynski and Timothy McVeigh are coming to your fourth of July party; it just doesn’t make sense. Stephon seemed pretty thrilled when he said it, but just hearing that quote will make it hard for us to sleep tonight. We will have nightmares of a seemingly 400-pound Curry trying to get back downcourt on defense while eating an entire box of doughnuts and we will sweat in our sleep when hear the ear-rattling sound of ball after ball after ball banging off the rim. Curry’s numbers this year are equally as scary, the 4^th overall pick in 2001 is averaging 13 points (ahhh!) 4 rebounds (yikes!) and .5 blocks (zoinks!) per game. “We got Eddie Curry on one side and a left hand, southpaw, switch it up, think he’s goin’ shoot right, but he switch to the left [on the other side].” How many ways can you call someone left-handed? As he said it one of his posse members patted him on the shoulder and offered the occasional (yee!), as if to say “that’s right Stephon, he is left handed, you keep tellin’ everyone how left-handed he is, and I’ll keep standing behind you and saying ‘yee!’ and taking advantage of all of your money and friendship, eventually pulling you back to the streets you fought so hard to escape, yee.” His posse member said so much by saying so little. And Stephon, I don’t think Randolph was going to confuse any NBA players with the sly use his left hand. We’re pretty sure they may have scouts in the league that would have figured that out by now, just a thought. “You can’t beat that.” Well, Stephon, it seems you can “beat that,” the Knicks are 18-39, plenty of people have “beat that.” And finally, our favorite, “We got a young, youthier player.” “Youthier?”

Did Stephen Colbert invent a new word without us knowing about it? How did it get under our noses? Does this mean that Marbury watches the Colbert report and is interested in politics? Likely, no. It seems Marbury was the one that invented the word here. And judging by the glaze over his eyes and the relaxed look of his posse, it seems some of his favorite herbs may have helped get his creative juices flowing. 

Most people would look at a fifth and sixth grade girl’s basketball game as a bunch of young kids aimlessly running around a basketball court, getting some exercise, and having fun. Well, apparently one man in Oregon sees it differently. When the coach disagreed with a 17-year-old referee’s call in his 12-year-old daughter’s game, he decided this was a high crime against humanity that called for a physical response. After continuously berating the teenage referee, the coach was whistled for a technical foul. He then walked over to the scorer’s table and proceeded to slam his clipboard on the hand of a student scorekeeper. Another technical foul was assessed, resulting in his ejection from the game.After his ejection, he refused to leave, and instead stood in a corner and continued to shout obscenities at the referee. After the game was over, parents and fans from both teams swarmed the court and yelled at each out. At this time, the coach was seen grabbing the young referee, cocking his fist, and using vulgar language.By the end of the whole situation, most of the girls were left crying and fleeing the scene with their parents. Well, I guess we know what Bobby Knight’s been up to since leaving Texas Tech. 

Highlights from the slam dunk competition at the New Orleans All-Star Game. Behold.

1. A wise political move?

It has been long rumored that Charles Barkley plans on running for governor of Alabama. He made it official last weekend in an interview with CNN’s very own self absorbed pundit (no, not Anderson Cooper, no, not Nancy Grace) Wolf Blitzer (Is that his porn name? There’s no way that’s his real name. Did he used to hang out with Vin Diesel and Carmen Electra?). In the interview Barkley declared that he would run for governor of the state where he was born.

There may be a slight problem with the timing of Barkley’s announcement. Alabama has been a red state for roughly 1,000 years, and generally where you see red states you see church steeples. Well, Barkley may have forgotten that fact when he made these comments to Blitzer:
“Everytime I hear the word conservative it makes me sick to my stomach because they’re really just fake Christians as I call them, that’s all they are…They want to be judge and jury, I’m for gay marriage, it’s none of my business if gay people want to get married, I’m pro-choice and I think these Christians say they aren’s supposed to judge other people, but they’re the most hypocritical judes of people that we have in this country. And it bugs the hell out of me that they act like they’re Christians and they’re not forgiving at all…They should read the part of the Bible where it says you don’t judge other people, they forget that one when it doesn’t fit what they want to say.”

Phew…

Charles, we admire your willingness to share your opinions, this is refreshing in the world of politics, something we should probably see a little bit more of, but it may not have been the savviest political move.

Most of the people who will be voting for you would fall under the “Christian” category, which may set you back a few million votes in the 2014 election. But, if there’s anything America’s recent political history has taught us, it’s that you can speak out against something as long as you kiss and make up to conform to party lines when it’s your turn to run for office. Anyone remember when John McCain was outspoken against the religious right, calling Rev. Jerry Falwell a political “agent of intolerance,” only to speak at Falwell’s Liberty University six years later in an effort to win back some political support as he was preparing to make another run at the White House.

We’re sure that Sir Charles will be encouraged to take similar steps to regain votes in his run to the top spot in Alabama.

2. Quote of the Millenium

This one’s not funny, and ladies, you probably won’t really think this deserves “quote of the millenium” status, but the guys out there will understand (and do any girls read on fire anyways? If you do, please send us your number!)
Here’s the quote from ESPN sideline reporter/woman of our dreams, Erin Andrews:
“I’m absolutely dating, but I’m not exclusively dating.” She’s on the market! This is the greatest news we’ve heard since we found out Clemens’ career is ruined.

So, needless to say, if you’re a sports fan, you will be able to quote the Clemens hearing as if it were the pledge of allegiance after a month or so of regular ESPN viewership. But, nonetheless, here are some of the highlights:

1. Roger Clemens said that there was HGH used in his household, but it wasn’t by him. It was by his wife, Debbie, who received an injection from McNamee so that she could get in shape for a Sports Illustrated swimsuit photo shoot. Clemens even went as far as to say he had no idea his wife had done it until after the fact, and made her write a statement which he read aloud to Congress detailing her use and the fact that Roger knew nothing of it at the time. In her defense, she looked pretty hot in those photos, especially for a 40+ year old.
If only those pictures had been entered as evidence, maybe congress would have legalized HGH on the spot. None of them would have to worry about the stress of having a mistress anymore, they could just give their wives some HGH for Valentine’s Day. Beyond that, Clemens repeatedly leaned on his wife’s use as a crutch, claiming that any ties to HGH in the Clemens’ household strictly through her. As he spoke, she looked like she had entered the seventh level of PMS hell, staring daggers through him. Forget sleeping on the couch Roger, or even the doghouse, she probably wanted to make him sleep at the bottom of the lake in the backyard.

2. Clemens repeatedly said that fellow pitcher and longtime friend, Andy Pettite, misremembered conversations he had had with Clemens. “Misremembered?” Is that even a word? Well according to Microsoft Word it is, but we still have our doubts. Pettite claimed that Clemens had told him that he had taken steroids and HGH in the past. Clemens claimed that he had made comments about a TV show he saw detailing older men taking HGH, giving them longer healthier lives. That makes sense, Roger, it really does. Either Pettite has a severe misremembering problem or Mr. Clemens lied straight to Congress.3. Brian McNamee, whose voice makes him sound like he just got a “new haircut,” (if you don’t know what we’re referring to, go to YouTube and search “my new haircut,” or simply go to Frat Row any night of the week, pretty much the same thing. No wonder the frats are so good at IM b-ball, have you ever gotten poked in the eye by a spike of gelled hair as you’re driving for a layup? It takes you out of your game).

But back to the point. McNamee, got grilled by Congress, and was rightfully called a drug dealer, among other nasty names.

2. Quote of the Week

In a recent AP article, little known Chicago Cubs closer Ryan Dempster, offered a stunning prediction:

“I think we are going to win the World Series. I really do…I truly believe.”

Perhaps someone should tell Ryan to check his closet where he would find a Cubs jersey hanging in the back corner. Since the Cubs’ last World Series win there have been two world wars, a moon landing, a civil rights movement, a great depression and the rise and fall of Britney Spears. We don’t think anything’s going to change this year, especially when a closer with a career 4.31 ERA suddenly thinks he’s Joe Namith.

1. God vs. ESPN

In one corner we have the “Worldwide Leader in Sports.” (What does ESPN sand for anyways? “Existential Sports Programming Network?”)

In the other corner we have The Christian Defense Coalition (also known as the U.S. military) What has led us to this epic battle of an entity with a religious following squaring off with some angry Christians? Let’s recap.

It all began a few weeks ago when ESPN’s Dana Jacobsen turned up a bottle of Belvedere vodka and cursed — out of all the people in history — Jesus, at the roast of Mike and Mike, saying “F— Jesus.” Upon hearing what Jacobsen said, one Emory Wheel sports editor offered this concise, yet poignant, comment: “That’s a little inflammatory.”

Inflammatory indeed, Emily.

Dana, really? Jesus? It’s okay to curse people out at a roast, it’s how the likes of Eddie Griffin and Colin Quinn can afford put food on their table and cocaine in their noses, but it’s a good idea to stay away from cursing out religious figures.

Beyond Jacobsen’s little verbal slip up, three videos of Chris Berman have hit the Internet. Let’s just say he’s not the cuddly old Boomer in these tapes, letting loose a barrage of expletives at the poor interns that try to feed the teleprompter and keep the show going. Amongst his choice words were repeated uses of “Jesus Christ!” and everyone’s favorite, “Goddamn!”

Thus begins the battle of Stuart Scott vs. Apostle Paul. The battle of Kenny Mayne against… Well, no one would fight Kenny Mayne, he’s just too damn funny to punch. Actually, no Apostles are showing up at ESPN’s headquarters in Bristol. Jesus’ pals have sent a few members of their crew to protest outside ESPN’s headquarters, we can only hope Chris Berman doesn’t run over them with his car.

We’ve got our money on ESPN. In recent years we think it’s safe to say they’ve gained a little more sway over most people’s minds than any deity. Imagine if ESPN vanished, it would be utter anarchy. We’d all be stuck watching the “Best Damn Sports Show Period.”

John Salley and Co. would inadvertently trigger World War III within weeks.

2. Texas Justice

Roger Clemens’ lawyer, Rusty Hardin, is crazy. He is only a few steps away from Buford T. Justice of “Smokey and the Bandit” fame. If he had run for president 8 years ago he might have won. Why do we say this? Why do we lash out so harshly against the Yosemite Sam of the legal community? Because we can. And because Hardin recently made some eloquent comments regarding an IRS agent that may testify against Clemens in upcoming congressional steroid hearings. Hardin said, “If he ever messes with Roger, Roger will eat his lunch.”

This can be interpreted several ways.

1. Roger Clemens is quite hungry, and despite the millions he has tucked away in his safe with his HGH, he would have no qualms about stealing a tax-man’s sandwich.

2. If Roger Clemens is messed with he will respond with violence. Hmmmm. Perhaps this is a symptom of steroid use? We’ve been messed with before and we’ve never retaliated by eating anyone’s proverbial lunch, or even a midday snack for that matter.

3. Hardin has apparently gotten into Clemens’ stash of steroids in an effort to break the long standing record for career celebrity acquittals (formerly held by Johnny Cochran, may he rest in peace…) and is apparently experiencing the side effects with a little legal roid rage. This little outburst reminds us of the time that Clemens took offense to Mike Piazza’s bat breaking and landing near the pitchers mound in the 2000 World Series. Clemens responded by throwing the shattered bat at Piazza. Roger, you may not have a third ear growing out of your forehead (his actual proof that he wasn’t taking steroids in his 60 Minutes interview) but throwing a bat at someone during a World Series game might be a little indication that your chemicals are a little imbalanced, and we’re pretty sure you don’t get PMS.

3. Headline of the Week

We didn’t see this one comming. A not so surprising headline from ESPN.com:

“In first Suns’ practice, Shaq admits to being winded”

1. Shaq on the move

In one of the biggest surprises in NBA trade history, (other than the time the Hawks traded Dream Team member Steve Smith for Isaiah Rider, his guns and his drugs) the Phoenix Suns sent Shawn Marion to Miami for the artist formerly known as Shaq, or The Big Aristotle, or Kazaam, or Shaq-Fu, or the guy who does the Icy Hot back patch commercials, but they use a body double for the close-ups, or Shaquille O’Neal, whichever suits your fancy (Shaq needs to let Steve Nash borrow one of those Icy Hot patches for his bad back).

Shaq Diesel is moving to his fourth team in his career. He has bounced from Orlando to Los Angeles to Miami and now to that big city in the middle of the desert (no, the one without the gambling). Apparently Shaq is averse to cold temperatures and will not venture north of the Mason-Dixon line for any reason. Perhaps they don’t make mittens and earmuffs in his size. If he wore a scarf, how long would it have to be?

Enough of this pointless weather analysis, let’s get to the real meat of the trade.

Phoenix is loosing one of the key elements of their “fun and gun” playing style. Marion was seemingly always on the receiving end of Steve Nash’s no-look alley oops and was, we hate to say it, the only person on the team that could play any defense. Without Marion the Suns may have trouble guarding a solid JV high school team. Shaq could bring a huge defensive presence to the middle, but it’s hard to block shots when you’re wearing a $5,000 suit on the bench, nursing a hip injury, even if you are a 7-foot tall former genie. If the Suns get a healthy, motivated Shaq they will be a force to be reckoned with. How do you defend Shaq and Amare Stoudemire in the post? The Spurs had better hope that David Robinson is willing to stop collecting Social Security and step back on the hardwood if they want to compete. And as far as the Lakers go, Andrew Bynum is going to be humbled if he has to face a healthy Shaq and Amare might be able to jump completely over Pao Gasol when he dunks (see Vince Carter vs. big white European dude in the Olympics).

As far as the Heat go, head coach Pat Riley is running out of hair gel. The Gordon Gecko (Michael Douglas) hairdo from “Wall Street” died when the stock market crashed in ‘89. Douglas invented that haircut, and he doesn’t even sport it anymore. Come on Pat, retire your hair, and then just retire. Beyond Riley’s tired, stuck in the 80’s ineptitude, the Heat will bring Marion in to team up with the man “from Robbins, Illinons, six-foot-four guard, Dwayneeee Waaaaaaaaddddeeee” (see Converse commercial).

The Heat may not be great right away, but that’s a hell of a combo to build around. And if the NBA ever became a 2 on 2 league Marion and Wade would have more rings than they have fingers.So, in summation, the Heat will be great again in the future if they hold on to Marion. The Suns will win the title if Shaq’s legs don’t fall apart like a cheap desk from IKEA. And finally, the Big Fella clearly doesn’t like cold weather and has too many nicknames.

2. Dog Day Afternoon

Have any of you ever heard of the puppy bowl? No, it wasn’t the one shown on Fox last Sunday, we know it’s easy to get Eli Manning confused with a puppy, romping around the field (even though he just won Super Bowl MVP we’ll always think he’s pretty damn goofy). The Puppy Bowl is Animal Planet’s “alternative to the Super Bowl” in which a gang of raucous puppies play on a miniature football field….for three hours.Three hours? We love dogs, don’t get us wrong, but three hours of puppies gallivanting on a plastic football field with occasional cuts to “water bowl cam” showing the tired puppies lapping up water is enough to turn any dog lover into Ron Mexico.

We’re not going to lie, we checked out the Puppy Bowl. No, no, it wasn’t during the Super Bowl, we watched 10 minutes of the re-air of the Puppy Bowl after the big game was over. We had to fill the massive void that was created by watching the Patriots miss out on making history and having to watch Mercury Morris drink champagne as he cried tears of joy. We decided that Puppies were the only thing that could make us feel better. We just want to meet the people who actually threw Puppy Bowl parties, complete with dog-shaped cookies and sausages. Chatting with those people would be more chilling than a lunch date with Hannibal.

Years from now, Super Bowl XLII will be remembered not for the Giants’ huge upset over the 18-0 Patriots, not for the play in the fourth quarter in which Eli Manning transformed into Donovan McNabb, evaded three Patriots defenders (all of whom had their hands on him) then launched a perfect spiral downfield to David Tyree (David Tyree? Who?) who caught the ball on top of his head as he was falling backwards and wrestled the ball away from HGH monster Rodney Harrison (We think there was divine intervention on that play — and by divine we mean Peyton Manning intervened).

It won’t be remembered for Plaxico Burress catching a beautifully thrown fade in the back corner of the endzone, or the look on Michael Strahan’s face when he realized he finally got a ring after a stellar 16 year career (and then he almost made out with a terrified Tom Coughlin). No, it will be remembered for New England’s brilliant coach’s fatal mistake. The mistake wasn’t made when evil genius Bill Belichick opted to go for it on 4th and 13 on the 30 instead of kicking a fairly easy 47 yard field goal indoors (Belichick may loose his genius tag after that one, really, Bill, we wouldn’t even go for it in that situation if we were playing Madden, even if it was only on all-pro).

The fatal mistake was, of course, Belichick’s decision to sport a bright red hoodie to the game. All season Belichick wore a grey hoodie, and once or twice was spotted in a navy collared shirt. Either way, the colors were drab, he didn’t call attention to himself and he looked downright scary. His kids probably run and hide when he gets home from games. His usual attire matched his mortuary-worker-esque scowl that never leaves his face. In the Super-Bowl, however, the bright red hoodie made him stick out like a sore thumb. He looked more like an awkward middle schooler than Eli Manning, which is quite an accomplishment. In Eli’s post game interview he looked like he had just won his school’s rock paper scissors tournament. Belichick glowed like a pissed off candle in his red and khaki getup. It was one of the biggest gaffes in NFL coaching history. They’re holding a red hoodie bonfire next week in Boston.