ANOTHER IMPORTANT AS HELL ANNOUNCEMENT!!! GIMME A FUCKIN’ SIREN!!!

Dorking out to unacceptable degrees on the fact that tonight we’ll be launching our career as a 456-pound sports talk host tonight. (We’ve got the show thing down–now time to start pounding the cheesecake to build ourselves a proper gunt.)

The particulars:

How to listen:: EDSBS Radio. Like you’ve got anything better to do, so click on this link to listen.

When: 8:00 EST–9:00 EST.

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The number: (718) 664-6532

We’ll hopefully have a few surprise guests along the way. Click the banner below to go to our channel.

Ripping off our favorite radio show of all time, we’re taking The Bottom Line’s “Five Questions segment and making it…well, quality stolen property. Our five questions for the geeks who like time to prepare:

1. Make one prediction about next season pulled straight from the deepest recesses of your ass.

2. Who’s your shameshag? Someone keeps telling us that, for example, Christiane Amanpour is not hot. They are wrong, of course, but this would for a normal person constitute a “shameshag,” the celebrity only you find irresistable.

There’s something about a woman in a safari jacket who speaks Arabic.

3. Tweak one thing about college football. Prohibiting the wearing of pants on Erin Andrews does not count. Okay, it might.

4. Hire one coach, fire one coach. Simple enough.

5. Sweaters with ties: yes or no? It was our new year’s resolution to wear more sweaters with ties. What are your feelings here?

We’ll hear from all fifteen of you tonight. ‘Till then, we’re off the grid.

Last week, if you missed it, a huge asteroid of stupidity sailed by the planet, narrowly avoiding contact with the planet that would have extinguished life as we know it forever. This particular asteroid of imbecility only missed placing a large and well-defined period on the sentence of human existence because it appeared on CBS Sportsline without a Clay Travis byline, and therefore whiffed past most of us without a sound.

Only brave men and online status keep us safe from the menace of asteroids.

Dennis Dodd authored the piece entitled “Smoke but no fire: Banished Barnett blackballed.” Its topic: shocking enough, the alleged (we’re using that word as hard as we can) “conspiracy” against the rehiring of Gary Barnett, former coach at Northwestern and Colorado.

SMQ responded (pre-vacay/oasis/sabbatical to do “real life stuff” whatever) by first gimpifying, then bullwhipping the case into the corner with logic, and then forbidding it from speaking for a year in conclusion before renaming it “Howie.” His demolition–and we mean complete, total, laying waste to-age of the piece--is all you’ll need to read regarding the monumental, colossal, Lawrence Of Arabia style epicness of the piece. Dodd should have exited the Barnett interview with a twenty in his pocket for his troubles, or at least a crisp Alexander Hamilton and some Teriyaki Flavored Coach Barnett Buffalo Jerky.

The least Barnett could have done: a Hamilton.

What we didn’t expect following this, though: the fountain of support for Barnett following the piece. It’s been an outpouring, really, of testimonials and advocacy from a diverse group of professionals, world leaders, cultural figures, and celebrities we didn’t even know watched college football, much less knew who Barnett was. They’ve been emailing us and calling non-stop, and we thought that in the interest of fairness, we’d let them talk.

Charles Taylor, former President of Liberia.

“Gary is obviously an exceptional leader, a gifted communicator, and just the kind of individual with a proven track record of success to lead a Division-1 football team to success. I would not hesitate to cut off this man sitting next to me’s arms to prove my deep and abiding respect for him. (more…)

Blogtoberfest: Much like the movie Babel, though sadly without deaf naked Japanese ladies. Random tourist killings? Being a Florida blog, you’re damn right we’ve got those.

Bound for Tallahassee from birth. No program has put the announcers of this earth through more hell than the Florida State Seminoles, fielding the Craphonsos and De’Cody Faggs of the universe without even offering the saving grace of a quality nickname.

Another recruit who, despite the possible ebbs and flows of recruiting over the next year, is destined to wear garnet and gold:

Yourhighness Morgan. Outside linebacker, Bushnell (FL) South Sumter

Yourhighness? The only queen we worship never put on pads. Well, maybe kneepads.

Steven Dubner of Freakonomics fame unearthed it back in August, of course. But we’ll take this opportunity to say that if Yourhighness does not play for the Florida State Seminoles, then nail your furniture to the wall, because gravity’s going sideways most fastly.

BONUS! He has a brother named Handsome, but does not in fact have siblings named Frito, President Camacho, or Beef Supreme.

Wanted: short, scatter-armed qb with bad tats. Georgia Tech’s Jonathan Garner has announced his intention to transfer, clearing the way for Taylor Bennett to claim the number one slot on the qb depth chart for the Yellow Jackets. Gailey, when reached for comment, said that he was:

“…sad to see him go, but it’ll work out. We’re still looking for a scatter-armed, converted third-string running back no taller than 5′ 9″ to really make this offense work, though. Then we’ll dump Taylor and let this pony run like it should.”

His pancakes are immaculate, too. Calvin Johnson, in addition to being a legendarily nice guy, water sanitation engineer for impoverished Peruvian villages, and the most underserved wide receiver in the nation, added another line to his resume this week: 4.35 in the 40 at the combine. Johnson ran the 40 against the advice of his agent, Jeremy Sanshuevos.

The quote from the AJC on Sunday: “He’s been working out like he’s going to be Mr. Irrelevant.”

Calvin Johnson: Like Randy Moss, but faster and undumb.

Bathrooms are a privilege no more in Texas. The Cotton Bowl will follow the Cowboys to their new home in Arlington, according to ESPN.com. This means that both the reasonable complaints (like, three bathrooms in the whole stadium) and the unreasonable (the “too-narrow” seating at the Cotton Bowl–lay off the Funyuns, supersize) will all be made irrelevant as the last remaining attraction vacates the Legion Field of the Lone Star State. When reached for comment, the Cotton Bowl said “Creak, drip, crumble.”

Michigan’s wide receivers just bought you an ice cream cake. WHAT! Ice Cream cake, y’all. Though he’s busy preparing for his second professional fight, Tom Zbikowski–and yes, we just realized this–is indeed returning next year to play out his string with Notre Dame in the defensive secondary.

Zbikowski, seen here against LSU, Ohio State, USC, or Michigan.

Alley Broussard, in his seventeenth year of eligibility. Alley Broussard, despite playing more seasons of college football than Hayden Fox ever coached, is still devouring goodwill at LSU. He’s in Les Miles doghouse for “team rules violations,” which means one of three things:

1. Skipped class.
2. Smoked weed and tested positive.
3. Tackled, upended, and then devoured a Geo Metro whole after a raucous off-campus party.

Money’s on #3 here.

Pete Carroll is scarily focused, chapter 346. Conquest Chronicles has further evidence that Pete Carroll is the Genghis Khan of recruiting, minus the horsestink and thousands-large harem.

Reggie Nelson Mancrush Update. Our favorite safety ever to play at Florida is keeping busy with preparations for the combine. Mohammed Massaquoi just dove to the ground after reading Nelson’s name. We’re sorry if it caused him any trauma.