Leinart showed up at the Pac 10 Media days sporting a sweet ass beard which he says is more about laziness than fashion. For that big guy we give you an EDSBS Mustache Wednesday Salute. You can check out this article here to see that Matt Leinart has no regrets about staying despite the mad jack Alex Smith signed for earlier this week. This most likely has to do with the fact that Leinart will be handsomely compensated in fine USC Puntang. Seriously, this guy must be able to just schedule it when he wants it and with whom at this point in his college career (even if he looks like Bob from the Bachelor).
Leinart looks good in the beard, but methinks a mustache looks better.
You can also check out Heisman Pundit to take a gander at his brief Q & A with Leinart.
If the whole Heisman Trophy/ guaranteed millionaire thing doesn’t work out for Leinart with the ladies, perhaps he too will release an album.
Look, we are not a political blog, but when a great mustache is in the news, and it is a Wednesday, we’ve got it covered. Our fearless leader has used his powers to bypass congress to appoint a member of the Mustache Hall Of Fame as our new ambassador to the United Nations. For reactions from the right check here, and from the left check here. But for my favorite piece on Bolton, check out Larry David’s take.
John Bolton is a proud member of the Mustache Hall of Fame.
Editor’s note: It’s all about synergy, folks! The good folks at Blue-Gray Sky, the best pure college football blog around, have been kind enough to help us understand the Urban Meyer offense. We’re so passionate, you see, that like the Irish folk-hero Cuchlain we lose consciousness in the fury of watching a game, turn our knees backward, grow to three times our normal height, and scream in a blind rage for three hours until we come to in a puddle of tears, rum, and coke. The guys at BGS seem to avoid this problem by going to clinics to actually figure out what they’re doing down there.
So they’re trading us an intelligent, well-researched post for one where we compare Charlie Weis to Elvis–read it here, or risk missing the most amateur writing to ever appear on their site. Never say we didn’t get more out of a deal than we put in…take it away, Mike…)
Anyone got the heavy-duty sun block?
Mike risked near-Floridian heat to bring you this article.
Our recent look at facets of the Charlie Weis offense prompted a few questions from readers about what could’ve been under the fallen Golden Child himself, Urban Meyer. Our good buddy Orson, from the Gator blog EDSBS, was another inquisitor who wondered similarly. We at BGS, always the adventurous type, eventually raised enough funds to attend a recent Urban coaching clinic in hell. While the heat was insufferable, here’s a brief capsule on what Gator fans can expect and what Irish fans won’t see until the Golden Child replaces Charlie at least fifteen years and six national championships from now…
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Yet another great thing about Spurrier being back in the SEC: his propensity for taking awkward photos. Westerdawg strikes gold with a particularly bad one…
Our mustache of the day: Frank Spaziani, DC for Boston College, sporting what can only be called the “Super Mario” ’stache. (Courtesy of ATL Eagle: nice dig, sir. )
Has a fondness for jumping on turtles until coins pop out of their ass.
Straight Bangin’ brings us this shocking news: Michigan fans are not just gay, according to noted message board poster Joe Fetrow, they’re fucking gay. All of ‘em. If this is true, we ask the following questions:
1. If this is true, how did Bob Seger ever come from Detroit? He’s wayyy too butch, though he did sing a song called “Like a Rock.” Hmm…
2. Why the prevalence of pleated pants at Michigan games? Flat-fronts, please.
3. Is this why Ted Nugent lives in the woods by himself?
4. And if they are “fucking gay” all the time, why isn’t Michigan one of the nation’s top tourist attractions? With all that activity, you figure they’d at least corner the “bi/curious” sex tourist demographic, right?
5. If this is true, then why wasn’t a certain quarterback throwing a certain 64-yard Hail Mary to beat Colorado in 1994 instead of the other way around?
Rip Taylor: Michigan fan, according to legendary poster?
The pace around the CFB media world has picked up dramatically over the past week or so–you can feel a tangible, caffeineated sense of rushing headlong toward September 3rd and the bevy of coronary-inducing games it offers. (If you don’t watch one, at least watch the Boise State-Georgia game, if only so you’ll know which way the bombs will be flying the following week in the blogosphere. If you don’t know what we’re talking about…well, too bad. We say UGA by three and we’re sticking by it.)
Mandel, who’s got to be sweating Starbucks’ this time of year, offers two great thought-provoking pieces on Iowa’s inability to sneak up on anyone this year and the potential tiger pit Les Miles might be walking into at LSU. We would compare Miles to our favorite satellite death-ray fantasy victim, Ron Zook, but unlike Zook, Miles actually has coached a season as a head man for a large 1-A scale program. He should be fine, especially since he’ll be able to face off against predominantly weak opponents, including the latest hyperactive problem child first-year coach, Ed “Cobra Kai” Orgeron.
By the way, this has got to be a separate, compulsive list making thing for us: your satellite death-ray fantasy hit list. You know, an evil, earth-orbit death ray you could pick people off with at random, a la Real Genius or Akira. Our short list runs something like this:
1. Ron Zook
2. Charles Taylor/Robert Mugabe (asshole African dictator tie)
3. Chris Berman (”BACK BACK BACK zzzzZZZZ AAAGGHH…sizzling noises, smell of torched bronzer…we know you’re smiling, too.)
4. Rachel Ray (anyone who tips that atrociously has it coming.)
5. Dianne Myers (8th grade math teacher. We don’t hold grudges…)
Even with the philtrum-stache, Mugabe wouldn’t escape our death-ray
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