Everyday Should Be Saturday

October 9, 2007

JOE PA: THE ACTUAL AUDIO FROM THE SCENE.

The internet’s a hell of a place: any schmo with a cellphone or a camera can turn into a paparazzo overnight. And that benefits no one more than scalawag bloggers such as ourselves. We’ll all supposedly hear more from JoePa tomorrow in a press conference addressing, among other issues, a fight that may have involved football players over the weekend and the accusations swirling around Austin Scott.

However, in the meantime, we’ll have to rely on the actual audio from the road rage incident allegedly involving Joe Paterno. We warn you: the language presented here is strong and profane, and not suitable for anyone’s ears.

JOE PA’S ZOMBIE RAGE

Joe Paterno, road rageaholic? More in a bit, pending some serious, serious artwork and mocking up of mockery. But we sooo, sooo want this to be true.

Yesterday, two grad students (husband and wife)that I know were driving on campus and being followed closely by a white car. The white car passes them and then cuts them off and pins them against the curb. The driver gets out and starts screaming obscenities at the woman (who was driving), flipping both middle fingers and repeatedly saying “do you know who I am!”.


Farkage by Irishoutsider, again.

More in a bit. Cue that “This is How Life Should Be” song from those Progressive Insurance ads. Awesome is losing its meaning as a word when it happens this often.

THE THIGHSMAN: WEEK 7

The Thighsman: Awarded to the best playa in college football. Design by Irishoutsider.

We open the competition for college football’s most prestigious competition, the Thighsman Award, given to the athlete we believe to be most deserving of compensation for their on-field efforts in the form of abundant warm, waiting, and willing sexual partners off the field. Athletes may not be paid in the form of money (SEC, Big 12, Pac-10, Big East, and Big Ten excluded,) but they do receive the gift of having their own private Jiffy Lube station built into their bedrooms.

And as you’ll see with our nominees this week, the special treatment for the hardworking genitals of these men can’t be begrudged, as their scoring on the field overshadows even their abundant scoring off the field.

(Legal note: any similarities to awards that rhyme with the Thighsman Award, or to squeaky-voiced, one-legged former ESPN commentators of dubious value is purely coincidental. BTW, we have it on good information that Joe used to wear a speedo around his country club well into the late eighties and early nineties. Your sleepless night was sponsored by Lunesta, who pays us to put the image of Joe Theismann prancing around in a tight swimsuit with a Mai Tai in his hand weekly.)

Moving up this week and taking on whole squads of wenches like a drunken Conan…

Rashard Mendenhall, Illinois. The Fighting Redacti wouldn’t be anywhere close to where they are without Mendenhall’s amazing statistical combo of average yards per carry (6.8 per touch) and his durability (114 attempts). Mendenhall had 160 yards rushing against Wisconsin and two tds on a mere 19 carries; in compensation, he should have received at least that many tackles from the ladies of Champaign-Urbana with at least four scores on the evening.

C.J. Bacher, Northwestern. Upset Michigan State almost singlehandedly with a 520 yard, 5 td performance against Michigan State in a 48-41 underplayed shocker of a game on Saturday. In 2013 a young attorney, freshly married to a young attorney, will one day divulge that she spent one night in college with three other women attempting to lick the skin off of C.J. Bacher’s tired but victorious body. The husband will ask if she will re-enact this with two other women sometime with him. And the young female attorney will stop, sigh, and ponder this. She will then say, “No.” And that, friends, is life.

Jacob Hester. The hammer that split Florida’s defense in half didn’t and doesn’t have spectacular numbers: 23 carries, 106 yards, and one td. All Hester did was create something from nothing despite being not obviously talented and (gasp!) a white running back every time LSU needed him to do on lunatic and critical fourth downs. Ample-cheeked LSU beauties should have given him the Hercules treatment and hand-fed him grapes beneath flowing white curtains all night for his efforts.

Pannel Egboh, Stanford. The Pac-10 defensive player of the week had 10 tackes and 2.5 for loss in 2007’s latest UPSET OF THE CENTURY and deserved to wear out eleven Trojans both during the game and afterwards. For his efforts, Stanford’s ample supply of overachieving Asian ladies should have deployed a squad of their best and brightest to make rampant, untamed love to him while simultaneously quizzing him for that differential equations quiz he’s got on Tuesday and filling out the paperwork for the share of the highly speculative but lucrative tech investment capital firm he won for his efforts against the Trojans.

John David Booty, USC. Was seen attempting to cash in on his early Thighsman capital after the game at Les Deux, but the third in the line of unassailable Thighsmen Supreme at USC (Palmer and Leinart, the uber-Thighsman) seems to be drooping a bit in comparison. Four picks gets you lonely weeping with lotion in front of a flickery, old DVD copy of Nina Hartley’s Guide to Anal Sex, not groupie gang tackling from Leinart Hand Release Brigade.

OLD GUYS COMPARED HAPHAZARDLY: BOWDEN, PATERNO.

Penn State, 2007.

The only thing Joe Paterno and Bobby Bowden have in common are spongy, swollen, semi-functional prostates and breath. Oh, and they’re both still breathing and coaching football, leading to historical comparisons of dubious value and even more dubious entertainment value. When interviewed together (they’re usually yoked together a few times a year) the two share zero chemistry: Bowden pals around gamely while Paterno stares into the corner, thinking about brains, a particularly stirring passage from Cicero he read the night before, and occasionally muttering something about how coaching at his age is better than the alternative (i.e., being dead.)

Yet if coming into the season you’d asked who had a better handle on their massive, allegedly disordered empires, the clear answer would have been Paterno: maturing cannoneer of a qb, promising burly defense, Penn State brand linebacker of ferocious talent and malicious intent in Dan Connor, and Big Ten in the midst of a veritable Time of Troubles. Compared to Bowden, whose team lost to Wake Forest, the Nittany Lions looked like stable currency on the rise.

However, this is 2007, and the burrito you bought is not filled with beans and rice, but worms and confetti–meaning you were wrong, wrong, wrong. (more…)

CURIOUS INDEX, 10/9/07

Arrested: Three men have been arrested in the shooting death of Memphis football player Taylor Bradford. The shooting was a botched robbery the three attempted because they heard Bradford had won a few thousand dollars at a casino earlier that night. None of the three were students at the university. Police say additional arrests are expected.

What, you weren’t watching Akron versus Western Michigan? And you call yourself a college football fan. Phil Steele saw this out of the corner of one eye, calmly charted it in his notebook, and resumed defragmenting the right hemisphere of his brain. They’re backloading this clip on Sportscenter this morning–why it’s not the header is beyond us. There’s nothing else going on in sport right now.

Dang. Diggity dang dang. Wendell Barnhouse reports that following Tennessee’s off-the-mat hurricane beating of the Georgia Bulldogs, Phil Fulmer “pulled a Gundy” and hopped on the “WOOO I WON A GAME SUCK IT!” bandwagon by slamming a Knoxville News-Sentinel column that quoted former Tennessee players questioning the direction of the program.

“I’m a big boy and I can take almost anything that comes my way,” Fulmer said. “But it was an incredible cheap shot to have unnamed former players say something about our program, particularly on a day of a big game when a lot of prospects are here.

“It hit a danged nerve.

The quote’s cleaned up a bit for the printed word there. A more accurate representation would be something like this.

“I’m a big boy NUM NUM NUM SLURP and I can take almost anything MMMM GOD I LOVE CANDY APPLES NUM NUM that comes my way,” Fulmer said. “But it was an incredible cheap shot NUM NUM NUM GULP to have unnamed former players say something about our program, particularly OH GOD DID I EAT THE NAPKIN NUM NUM NUMon a day of a big game when a lot of prospects are here.

“It hit a danged nerve.

Dang right, Phil.

I’m not second-guessing. But I am second-guessing. Nick Saban “wasn’t second guessing” his offensive staff when he said on Monday that he would have like to have seen a bit more passing and less running up the middle down the stretch against Houston on Saturday. So he’s not second-guessing. He’s just saying he’s skeptical of the way you did things, and that he might have done them differently. But not second-guessing. Nope.

Au revoir, Limas Sweed. Sweed, Texas’ all hands monsterwideout, has likely played his last game for the Longhorns. He needs season-ending surgery on his wrist and will likely declare for the NFL draft at the end of the year. This makes Texas’ already superfun year double super flying pony fun! YAYYYYY!!!


Limas Sweed: happy trails.


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