By Mark La Monica
In the spirit of Christmas, I dug deep into the archives and dusted off what appears to now be a tri-annual tradition started by the Keyboard Quarterbacks back in the day when we were the first and only regular sports blog in New York newspapers.
The tradition calls for sneak-peeking into the stockings of sports figures to see if Santa dropped some sweet candy or dumped a heap of coal in there. Here we go:
Bobby Petrino: Six big lumps of hog coal.
This guy says he's committed to coaching the Atlanta Falcons on Monday afternoon, coaches the Atlanta Falcons on Monday night and then is announced as the new coach of the Arkansas Razorbacks on Tuesday night -- with three games left in the Falcons' season! Very dirty, even for the Dirty South.
Arthur Blank: Great big buckets of sweet, sugary candy.
In the span of one year, the Atlanta Falcons owner watches as:
* Then-head coach Jim Mora Jr. says he'd love to coach at his alma mater
* Backup quarterback Matt Schaub is traded
* Starting quarterback/franchise player/jersey seller/reason to watch the team Michael Vick becomes the greatest cautionary tale in recent sports history
* New coach Bobby Petrino quits after 13 games to go back to college
* Bill Parcells essentially commits to becoming VP of football operations for Atlanta one day only to go all Will Smith and tell Blank "I'm going to Miami."
Poor guy. Give this Blank fella a hug next time you see him. Or maybe just go buy something from The Home Depot. That will make him happy.
Tom Brady: Gisele-shaped chocolate bars
The man already has it all, including the company of the named sponsor on these bars. And he is just a few touchdown passes shy of completing an undefeated regular season. At some point, life's odds dictate that he'll do something wrong. Just probably not until the 2010 edition of Stocking Stuffers.
Roger Clemens: Performance-enhanced coal.
It burns harder, faster, stronger and can re-ignite a fire if you take it to Canada for a few years.
Kevin Garnett: A 12-year gift certificate to Dylan's Candy Bar
The Big Ticket has been waiting his entire career to have players around him. He's finally got it with Ray Allen and Paul Pierce in Boston. The Celtics are 22-3 at the moment and KG has show little reason for anyone to think they can't match or beat the 72-10 Chicago Bulls of 1995-96.
Alex Rodriguez: Some coal, some candy
He earned a few nuggets of negativity for his remarkable acumen for poor timing, but scored a double-scoop of nuggat for cutting agent Scott Boras out of the loop in negotiating his return to the Yankees. (Turn on Bill Raftery voice now.) Onions! (Turn off Bill Raftery voice now.)
The NCAA football administrators: Coal-flavored stupid pills
This has nothing to do with the BCS system and no playoffs. Rather, Santa used coals from his I-A and I-AA factories since they're not out of work in favor of the less sexy, more confusing Football Bowl Subdvision and the Football Championship Series. We're not telling you which one is which because they're both stupid.
Isiah Thomas: The new Talking Coal Sack
Each coal bricket comes with its own sound. Squeeze the coal and hear from a choice of sounds including "Fire Isiah!" "Where's Stephon?" "Can you believe the money I get paid for assembling this team?" and uncomfortable sexual overtures. The deluxe edition includes a Jim Dolan laughing doll.
Barry Bonds: Oversized coal
Home Run King gets indicted on perjury charges and is accused of lying about his use of steroids. No good for the game will come from this. But maybe, somewhere, IRA agent/Bonds crusader Jeff Novitzky, will smile.
Joe Torre: Green tea tablets
Good for him for saying no to the Yankees with the way they handled his contract situation. We'll miss him in New York, but he solidified his stature with his integrity and sense of pride.
Floyd Mayweather Jr.: One huge boxing glove-shaped chocolate bonanza
And that doesn't even include his actual fights against Oscar De La Hoya and Ricky Hatton. They were good to watch, but he gets his sweets this year for the "24-7" series on HBO leading up to the fights. Brilliant television programming.
The Mets: Coal Mountain
It can start off as a huge, insurmountable hill then slowly dwindle away to nothing.
Stephon Marbury: Candy from the store next to Steve & Barry's
Before you throw your computer into the yule log on this one, search your body for the compassion gene. In a three-week span, Mr. Lou (a close family friend and respected neighborhood elder), his aunt and his father died. That's a tough month for anyone to handle, no matter how much money they make.
Kobe Bryant: Noise-canceling coal headphones
OK, we get it. You're the most talented player in the league and you want to be traded. Then you don't want to be traded. Then you want to be traded. Shut up and play. Or take a pay cut to make it easier to trade you. Tough call, huh?
Ernie Accorsi: Stale coal
Two words: "OK, San Diego, we'd love to draft Phillip Rivers and then trade him to you guys for Eli Manning and another two picks so you can draft Shawne Merriman and Nate Kaeding. Where do I sign?"
Chad Pennington: Sympathy chocolates
Chad, you've been a true champion in your career, even though you didn't win any. Seeing you get benched because your offensive line has coal in their pants as well as their stockings stung a bit, especially since you'll probably wind up elsewhere next year. We'll miss you. Class act, all around.
Bill Parcells: Sweets. No wait, coal. No, sweets. No, coal!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm so confused. What to do? OK, we'll give him candy for trying to turn around the Dolphins. Oh, I don't know. OK, wait, I know. We'll give him coal for sandbagging Arthur Blank at the last minute after Blank flew to New York to sign the deal. But, wait, oh, the agony. What to do. I just can't make up my mind. I feel so much like, well, Bill Parcells, right now.