TREV QUITS, THUS BECOMING A BUST FOR THE SECOND TIME
Finally, ESPN head Mark Shapiro takes part in something we approve of: Trev Alberts quits College GameDay.
Finally, ESPN head Mark Shapiro takes part in something we approve of: Trev Alberts quits College GameDay.
Every team needs a page like this. Blue Gray Sky makes their own quality contribution. While we’re thinking of it, here’s a few from the Lotus-positioned, gray-robed, cherry-blossom-bedecked Zen monk corner of our brain:
Ernie Sims, your strong
Long arms could hold a woman.
Or, of course, choke her.
Dear Urban Meyer,
Dark monk of the spread option:
Your qb looks slow.
Sitting in boxers,
Eating frosting from the can.
Phil Fulmer wakes up.
Why would Leinart come
back? To put starlets on his
Heisman Trophy dick.
I know its not football related, but if you grew up watching as many reruns of Gilligan’s Island as a kid as I did, then you’d want to know that Bob Denver, TV’s Gilligan, has shuffled off his mortal coil. We here at EDSBS hope that his deserted island in the sky has 78 Mary Anns waiting to welcome him to paradise. Thanks for the memories little buddy.

Gluttons, enjoy the abundance that is the internet after a weekend of college football:
–We Are The Boys, another quality Gator blogger, gets podcasty with it about the wake of Florida’s creaky debut against Wyoming.
–Scads of takes on the Boise/UGA game. We means it (more…)
No one gets more excited about stocks rising and falling than Jim Cramer. We share his excitement except ours is for the rising and falling stocks of college football teams. This weekend finally put an end to the endless speculation and provided us with a glimpse of what the football season may hold.

“Boise State is a Canard! Sell it and buy some Notre Dame!”
Thanks to the destruction of Hurrican Katrina, the much anticipated Arizona State/LSU game has been moved from Baton Rouge to Tempe. Obviously the football part of this story is the more insignificant one, but what a break for the Sun Devils avoiding one of the toughest and rowdiest places to play. It will be interesting to see what the mental state of the Tigers will be given how many of them come from hurrican ravages parts of Louisiana and Mississippi.
If you believe the presentation, the Miami-FSU game we just finished watching was a clash of titans. “Your grandfather’s football,” or “Football, Florida style,” according to Brent Musberger, who in a desperate attempt to pump the game played it like a sluggo Devaney/Switzer matchup from the 1970s.
Brent committed two sins here. First, he didn’t point out how atrocious both teams looked on offense. Bad. Real, real bad. Atrocity even exceeding the Jeff Bowden level of ineptitude we’ve come to expect from America’s luckiest D-1 offensive coordinator. FSU and Miami both broke in first time starters here, but the fourth year of the Jeffy era made Miami’s D look like geniuses. FSU’s defense looked crazed, but nine sacks? Nine? A few of them coming on three man rushes?
If FSU’s bugbear is the pitiful scheme, the ‘Canes defiency was the play of their interior offensive line, which left Kyle Wright a miserable pile of bruises at the end of the game.
The second was Musberger’s decision to wear a short-sleeved shirt with a tie. Can you say Office Depot assistant manager? We knew you could.
And why does either team in this matchup attempt a field goal in the second half–EVER? It’ll only end in tears. Both teams have defense, but through the fog of Musbergerian hyperbole surrounding ABC’s solid coverage of a tense, manic night in Tallahassee, we saw two very troubled teams who can’t bail out their top-flight defenses with a solid turd’s worth of offense. Take Greg Olsen out of the Miami lineup and the Wonder Twin backs from the Noles lineup, and you’ve got offenses that are little more than dysfunctional ballets that will eventually dance both teams out of competitive seasons.

Bobby Bowden finally beats Miami, but his son’s offense might go breaking his heart for yet another season.
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