MORE SPRINGY THINKING…
Fox’s College Football must chain their writers to their desks. Another nice little bit of spring-type augury can be found here.
April 5, 2005
RHETT BOMAR: TRACK PANT-WEARER, BUT NOT LIKE PARTY BOY
Notre Dame fan “The Backer” spots the world some absolutely unproven, unheard of, and really interesting gossip on blue-chip freshman qb Rhett Bomar. Go about halfway down the page and read the bit about why Bomar always wore track pants on test days in high school. And it wasn’t to be a Texan version of “Party Boy,” okay?
Chris Pontius and Rhett Bomar use track pants for different purposes…
LEINART-ADJUSTING HIS TROJAN? BOI FROM TROY IS THERE.
We know it’s perfectly acceptable to pull and tug at your genitals in public if you’re an athlete. This is especially true if you’re the returning Heisman trophy winner. But is this a bit too much? And who knew Matt Leinert had such a cromag brow? And that USC could possibly field a Booty-Bush-Hancock backfield this fall? The lines sometimes write themselves…
SHORT ATTENTION SPAN THEATRE
Matt Hayes needs a pickup in his ritalin dosage. Evidence here.
HOUSTON NUTT: SENSITIVE, STILL TOTALLY INSANE
Houston Nutt has decided to stop his recently instituted practice of dressing loafing players in pink jerseys in order to avoid offending breast cancer survivors. Evidently they’ve made pink their own tough “I kicked cancer’s ass” kind of thing, so Nutt, ever prepared, has decided on a reasonable subsitute for the pink jersey.
Nutt said the coaches are considering another color, possibly burnt orange, the color of Arkansas rival Texas.
Hasn’t he considered what bronzer addicts and tanning bed freaks will make of this? We know at least one person who’ll be upset by this rank characterization of our burnt-orange citizens and their allegedly poor work habits:
DENNIS DODD-MASTER OF THE OBVIOUS
Dennis Dodd, not only writing a less-than-novel article, but ripping off my totally uncreative plea for a national college football championship tournament? Surely he didn’t…
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