The notice is out: Blogpoll, Round 2, is officially underway. Hide the women and children, secure all doors, and remember, in the words of the Zombie Survival Guide, “Use your head–aim at theirs.”
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Shaun says: remember to aim for the head.
Your questions for this week:
1. What’s THE critical game of the season on the national scene? We’re looking for the one that will influence the most outcomes in a single span of sixty minutes. Please try to diversify your answers and think of something other than Ohio State-Texas, for example.
2.What’s the most critical matchup for your team? Again, we know we’ll hear OSU-Michigan from you
Wolverines, but we ask you to think in terms of multiple scenarios here.
3. What’s your wingnut upset prediction of year?
No hedging (or common sense) wanted here; we know everyone has a paint-chip eating, lunatic pick lurking somewhere in their brain. Go ahead and fess up on the record so you can gloat with pride later.
Hit the comments below, and get blogging! (For those who want to link to this entry, just click the time post for the permalink.)
We’re with Brian, here; the GSBBS05 is done, or at least we’re done with it. Give us offenses that protect the qb and the ball over whatever the hell sophisitcation is, anyway-in the words of Jeff Tedford, “give ourselves a chance to punt the ball.”
CFR has some strange post here, where he puts more tread on the bald tires of “shallow” and “facile,” Birds and Braves takes up the bit in a post here,and MGoBlog puts in his own resigned farewell to the brouhaha today. As for us, we think we’ve finally grasped the central thrust of the “sophistication” argument: your arguments are vastly superior. From here on out it shall be called the Mooninite argument; we’ve been helpful enough to include a logo for you:
If you don’t know what we’re talking about here, go rent you some Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Season One. Until then, we’re done. Let the season prove us all wrong. You’re still welcome at our party, anytime, even if life is better on the moon.
UPDATE: HP has a snooty response, refusing to let us last-word him. We re-refer him to above picture for our official response ’til the season starts, since that whole a priori argument thing really turns us off.
Dennis Dodd may be the master of the obvious, but he’s also quite good on the profile pieces. He puts up a nice one on D.J. Shockley’s decision to stay put for four years at Georgia while waiting for his shot as a starter. Outside of Texas Tech, where guys seem to like to wait a while before stepping in and throwing for 9,000 yards in a single season, it’s rare to find this in college football, and the article does a nice job of showing that after all this time…Shockley still doesn’t seem sure as to exactly why he stayed, which seems to be the take among many of the Dawg faithful here.(For more Georgia obsession, please pay a visit to Braves and Birds, a fellow Atlantan and a welcome addition to our blogroll, even if UGA fans do drive like meth-crazed suicide bombers.)
After four years in the same system, though, there should be no excuses for Shockley not being all-SEC this year: phenomenally talented, he’s poised to lend support to the Tee Martin Hypothesis this year in Athens, sparking a comeback of all things early-’90s with a replay of the Charlie Ward Fast Break offense. Please, though, please don’t let it bring back grunge flannel, though. It might work in Seattle, but down here it gets hot, and we don’t need that shit coming back with sixty percent humidity and 84 degrees. We’d rather wear a condom over our eye like Left Eye than go through grunge again.
We’d gladly wear the “2 Hype” shirts than go back to wearing flannel in 80 degrees.
We try to serve a few public interests here at EDSBS. Since we’re mostly ignorant, we try valiantly to help other idiots get an idea of what football people are talking about as we’re struggling through the same things. For example, erudite Mike from the esteemed Blue-Gray Sky has been sending us these kickass articles on football coaching and strategy-many of them scanned by hand by Mike himself, a testament to his noble and slightly lunatic devotion to the sport. Thanks a bundle, Mike-we’ll somehow return the favor.
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