The new NFL Blitz game features a speedy southpaw qb with the number 7 who goes by the name of…Ron Mexico, an alleged alias of former VT qb Michael Vick. We’re sure his passes will be blistering, his enthusiasm infectious, and his runs will leave the opposition sore and red with shame.

Chancre-six-delta-left-post! Hut! Hut!
Lloyd Carr, the MGoBlog of college coaches, says he won’t be recruiting any more of those pesky two-sporters. Oh, and he hates night kickoffs, too, even though the Wolverines have two this year. He does, however, like long walks on the beach and holding hands, in case you wondered. (Courtesy of BenMaller.com. )

Despite his grumpiness, Lloyd still thinks it’s Michigan that’s really for lovers.
Bruins Nation has their doubts about Boise smashing Georgia, too. We guess we’ve put our nuts on the table with a guess of a three-point victory for UGA, much as it pains our Gator asses to say. That’s going to be our next round of Blog Poll questions: what’s your upset pick? After much of what we’ve read, Georgia winning would be an upset pick according to other bloggers. No line is available yet on the game, btw, you sick, sick people…
Pat Forde must sit in his office like Miss Cleo with a dewrag on and a crystal ball in his lap, flipping tarot cards while chatting on the phone with Joe Tiller. Check this tidbit, dated Jan. 6, 2002:
What if Spurrier pulls a Pitino on that level:
After failing to send the (Tampa Bay Buccaneers/Jacksonville Jaguars/Atlanta Falcons/Dallas Cowboys/Carolina Panthers) to the Super Bowl in four seasons, Steve Spurrier announced his resignation today. He will return to the college ranks … to succeed retiring Bobby Bowden at Florida State.
Not exact, but close, no?

Pat Forde and Psychic Dave: true seers.
In his latest 3-point stance, Ivan Maisel sings the praises of EDSBS fave Phil Steele. He’s geeked just reading it-we feel you, Ivan. Oh, and this dorky thrill note comes courtesy of Maisel, too:
Coaches coach and writers write, unless they are Ralph Friedgen, Glen Mason, Rich Rodriguez, Fisher DeBerry, Al Groh, Joe Tiller, Gregg Brandon and several top assistants who are writing chapters for an offensive textbook for Human Kinetics, a Champaign, Ill., publishing firm. It’s out next year.
Screw Harry Potter; we’re advance ordering this mother now.
We Are the Boys takes the cake for fan dedication-it’s a documented fact.
HP, in his latest bit of fiskitude, types this:
Look, we love ya Orson and no hard feelings. Keep up the good work at your site. But, dammit, be BOLD!
He’s right, you know. We founded EDSBS.com in order to exhibit our cowardices as a fan to the rest of the world, which is why we’re constantly doing things like beating up old ladies for their change, divorcing our wives via text message, and letting guys throw their beers in our faces at the Star Bar. In fact, we just sent off for Charles Atlas’ Guide to Manly Strength Through Push-ups after Phil Fulmer kicked sand in our face at Panama City Beach last week. We’ll have pics of us stealing candy from babies up later this week once we switch to our new WordPad format.

Fulmer just wouldn’t leave us alone. We wish we had a he-man body like his…
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The honorably obsessed Blue-Gray Sky earns two mentions for fine work in two posts, first on the outing of Tom Lemming as a Notre Dame pusher, and second for its fine post on Notre Dame’s plans for new facilities. They hope Notre Dame goes for something classy unlike the “hollow nouveau riche” palaces occupied by the Longhorns and the Ducks (seen in outstanding pics.) We frankly have no idea how this would be consistent with the Catholic heritage of the school: have you seen the Vatican lately? Pink marble, gold gilt everywhere, paintings in every nook and cranny, oversized columns and friezes…a very sexy woman once described it to us like this: “It’s exactly what God’s house would look like if God were a very wealthy rapper.” We think Notre Dame should bite the bullet and put Master P to shame: platinum showerheads for everyone!

Baby says the Irish need platinum.
Stoops may platoon qbs in ‘05, which will likely lead to Spurrier-esque visor-tossing in Norman. ParadigmBlog doesn’t think this sounds like a very good idea at all, but we say that if the whole ordeal gets you one otherwise forgettable, rag-armed, walk-on quarterback who endears himself to fans with his big-bellied, beer-drinking charm and 6.7 40 time…well, it’ll all be worth it.

Noah Brindise, we owe you a beer. Just one, that is.