We all know about the tragedy of Katrina and its effect on the country and, specific to our site, college football and so many of its players. We here at EDSBS join the rest of the country in hoping Rita is all bark.
The threat of Rita has already shuffled some college football schedules. Texas AM will give its beat down to Texas State on Thursday night instead of Saturday night, Houston v. Southern Miss has been moved to November 12, Rice v. Navy has been moved to October 22, and SMU might move its game against Tulane.
Sorry for the delay of our usual Monday summation and homage to Jim Cramer, but sometimes life gets in the way of a good blog. Well, that delay must end, so on to our buys, sells and holds.
“I wouldn’t recommend investing in Hog futures.”
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More games down, more answers. On to the rankings!
The offensive line is leading the way to an avalanche of points thanks to Pat Ruel
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We looked for this for five days–thanks to Gatorsports message board, we finally found someone who capture the best thing we’ll see all year:
Out of steak fingers?
Bill from ATL Eagle has Jason from CU Sporting News over for milk, cookies, and a preview of the upcoming Clemson/BC game, a critical game for both teams coming off in-conference losses.
Un cadeau pour Mercredi du Mustache: cliquez ici, ensuite cliquez “Show Opening.” J’adore Tom Selleck dans le role de “Magnum.”
Regardez son culottes courtes! Mon dieu!
Week three, and already Wannstedt is making Ron Zook look like the second coming of Knute Rockne. Starting with the source closest to the suck, Pitt Sports Blather: maybe it’s the line that has caused the Pitt attack (chortle) to go two games without a touchdown.
Maybe it’s having Brent Musberger call the game, though Chas sympathizes with Brent’s assignment to an “abortion of a game:”
There’s no truth to the report that when the car was stopped, Musberger told the cop, “I should be drinking something stronger after having to call that game.”
Struggling Joe is pretty nice about the whole thing–those Midwesterners usually are, goshdarnit– saving most of his vinegar for pissy Sooper Genious Coach Bill Callahan. Joey from Straight Bangin’ gives maybe the most interesting conceptual pile-on for Wannstedt’s dismal start yet:
Here are the results of the last eleven games that Dave Wannstedt has coached: L, L, L, L, L, L, W, L, L, L, L, L. If Pitt can blow it against Youngstown State this weekend, that will be a nice little palindrome.
Youngstown State fans are hoping the same thing: their allotment of 3,000 tickets? Gone. Pitt fans can get four for 70 bucks–it’s almost as good a deal as the planetarium, except without the coolass Pink Floyd-themed midnight show all the stoners go to.
We must be living right: a rare treat for us tonight comes in the form of Bowling Green versus Boise on the smurf turf, giving us yet another football game in the middle of the work week. The over/under for the game? 77.5 points, to be exact. Bet the over in a matchup between the raging Billy the Kid-like Falcons and the wheezing, Doc Holliday Broncos, whose brutal scheduling has already left them hemorrhaging in a corner following a beatdown in Athens and a gasping three-point loss to the Oregon State Beavers.
A matchup worthy of a Tombstone reference, to be sure. Bet on the tubercular Broncos here to make the Falcons their Huckleberry, since they’re at home and facing a defense several ponies shy of a full stable. (That creaking you hear is the straining of a bad extended metaphor. You’re welcome.) Omar Jacobs, with that quirky, swatting-a-gnat-from-his-ear throwing motion, will pass for ridiculous yardage, of course, but there’s not much they can do on the defensive side of the ball besides slipping the ref a double-sided coin and a couple of grand stuffed in a sock.
The official movie of Mustache Wednesday just became Tombstone, by the way. No other movie features such widespread mustachioed sassiness: Kurt Russell’s magnificent chimney sweeper, Val Kilmer’s fey, wispy dick duster, Billy Bob Thornton’s sleazy faro dealer lipstripe, and the grandaddy of all Western movie ’staches, Sam Elliott’s breathtaking trademark, The Nevada Prospector. Add the scene where Kurt Russell is on his knees in the rain and mud in histrionics screaming out “WHYYYYYYYY” to the heavens in a crane shot fading away to blackness, and you’ve got something truly worthy of Mustache Wednesday sponsorship.
Bow to your sensei!
A.J. Nicholson, Florida State linebacker, wins the National Defensive Player of the Week after a 19 tackle, 2 interception performance against Boston College. Guess that offseason tasering by Tallahassee police fired him up good and strong-like. Watch Mickey Andrews walk the sidelines with a cattle prod for the rest of the season–all things considered, though, the way their defense has been playing, he might have already caught on to this idea.
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