HOOSIERS ON THE BOARD IN FULMER CUP

I guess the girlfriend has yet to attend the Tawny Kitaen school of self defense.

so how many points is that. I personally think babyslapping deserves a bonus multiplier

Uff-da! Hoeppner had a reputation in Oxford as a fairly strict disciplinarian, so it will be interesting to see whether his standards have changed now that he is trying to compete in the Big Ten.

My gut reaction on this is a point for the girlfriend situation and a possible point for the baby slapping. This entire situation is subject to a 3X multiplier for involving a baby in the harm. So, pending details, we are looking at a 1-6 point infraction here.

PS. Nice use of the Norwegian version of Aye Carumba devil grad. It is so underused outside of Minnesota.

I have it at four points: two for the pair of misdemeanors, and two for the baby-slapping modifier.

PS. Nice use of the Norwegian version of Aye Carumba devil grad. It is so underused outside of Minnesota.

Well, since I live on the East Coast, I always tell folks around here that it’s Norwegian for “Oy vey!”

Previous rulings put the starting value at 3:

“Hitting Girls, a.k.a. the Ernie Sims School of Easy Lovin’ Level: 3 points.”

One for the misdemeanor interference and at least two for the baby-slapping (way worse than a girl-slap, so I’d put it at 4 myself), so surely 6-8. Pending details, of course.

Ouch. Isn’t there a pic of Coach Hep in IU gear?

Before we get to that, can somebody explain to me what exactly possessed Hoeppner to leave Miami for IU in the first place?

I think that if he touched the rock before the beatdown, he should be awarded 1 more point.

efore we get to that, can somebody explain to me what exactly possessed Hoeppner to leave Miami for IU in the first place?

Hoep’s an Indiana native (from Woodburn, near Fort Wayne), and claimed the IU job is his dream job, and that he wouldn’t have left Miami for any other position—if I remember correctly.

As far as Hardy goes… it’s disappointing, but details still have to come out. Hardy’s a pretty stand-up guy, so I’m guessing there’s something more than what’s on the surface.

Plus he can make more money coaching at IU for three years and being bought out than he could coaching at Miami for the next ten.

Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don’t think I’m quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I’ll explain and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won’t be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn’t finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let’s get on with it.
Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I’ll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, “Dear God! What is that thing,” will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think your bluffing.
Westley: It’s possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It’s conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I’m only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again… perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley: DROP… YOUR… SWORD!
[mouth hanging open, drops sword to floor]

Yep, sounds like Hoosier football.