Everyday Should Be Saturday

October 12, 2007

THE ORDER OF BUSINESS: WEEK SEVEN

The order of business for this weekend will be…nothing. Beautiful, sweet nothing. We’re at home, watching football on television like the rest of you. Enjoy what in Atlanta will be the first, sweet, and just a bit nippy weekend of college football.

And you know what? To hell with a theme. In honor of things getting a touch un-blazingly warm around here, we’re posting pictures of Swedish goddess Anita Ekberg because we’re in the mood for a huge, beautiful Nordic goddess with a body declared illegal in 24 countries. She’s not latina, but she is flaca rubio, which can get you damn near anything in Latin America, and damn near perfecto. We can’t pose the nude pics, but they’re out there if you look for them, and they will cause you some of the most exquisite physical pain you’ve ever felt based on visual stimuli alone. Don’t search for them. Nope. Nuh-uh. Wouldn’t want you to do that.

Enjoy your weekend.

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FLORIDA WALK-ON DIES IN TRAFFIC ACCIDENT

Florida walk-on DB Michael Guilford died in a motorcycle accident overnight, according to the Gainesville Sun. He was 19 years old. Also killed in the crash: Ashley E. Slonina, 20.

Beyond sad: the two were allegedly traveling 55 to 65 mph on a motorcycle without helmets. We wouldn’t be alive without a helmet–one saved our skull in a motorcycle accident nearly a decade ago. It may be perfectly legal to operate a motorcycle without one in Florida. But while legal, it’s still not advisable or even sane to do so. This may not have been preventable, but it could have been potentially mitigated with the use of a helmet. You’re already taking a chance just getting on one; at least cover some of the risk with some form of protection.

Urban Meyer on Guilford:

“We are deeply saddened to learn of the tragic passing of Michael Guilford,” UF coach Urban Meyer said in a statement released by the school’s sports information office. “He was an outstanding, quality young man that was loved, respected and admired by all of us. His unselfish efforts on helping his teammates getting ready to play every week were only a glimpse of the person he was. We pray that God’s blessing be with Michael’s family, friends and teammates during this sad and difficult time.”

We wish their families the same.

FRIDAY…BEEFCAKE!

Who says we never do anything for the ladies? Cheesecake’s on the way, but in the meantime, enjoy the only respectable beefcake a man can dole out to women: Charles Bronson in full lover mode in a Japanese ad for a cologne called, appropriately enough…Mandom.

A few observations:

One: Charles is doing what all cosmopolites do in their free time: leaning on a piano spouting bullshit lines without the need for obvious companionship. Because like all men, all he needs to be happy is a meandering piano tune, some cologne, and the sweet oblivion of the night.

Two: for a second, Chuck appears to be deciding whether to say goodnight to the blissed-out doorman or to shoot him with the revolver you know he has in his shoulder holster. In fact, we’re guessing the reason he tears ass out of the club in his huge Caddy is that he’s just had the same dilemma when bidding adieu to the piano player. Chuck totally shot him for being a punk and playing some mincing little Cole Porter number.

Three: Chuck does what we all do when we get home: pick out a pipe from the rack, take only our shirt off, and prance around while splashing a good three gallons of cologne on ourselves. It’s a veritable cologneakakke. The cologne also burns, but he’s Chuck Bronson. It merely tickles his calloused hide.

Four: Jesus, he’s ripped. Bronson, according to his bio, mined coal at the age of 11. Well, if the soul-crushing misery of coal-country penury can’t give you much, it can make you the buffest 50 year old ever to walk the planet. The gunshot noises and whinnying horse noises you hear? Those aren’t added in by a Foley artist. That’s actually what sounded each time Charles Bronson put on cologne. When we do the same, you can hear the noise of fey men slapping each other with white gloves and the sound of a guinea pig whooping in the background.

GUEST COLUMNIST: TOMMY KILBORN, NOTRE DAME STUDENT

Hello, all. I’d like to thank Orson for giving me the chance to address all of you on an important topic today: our upcoming game against Fredo. I mean, Boston College. It’s so hard to stop saying that! Because we’re the Godfather, and don’t you forget it. GO IRISH!

To begin, let me say that I cannot agree more with my compatriots and fellow Golden Domers in urging our fellow students to not storm the field when–and I did just say that–when we beat Boston College tomorrow. In fact, I couldn’t agree more unless I disagreed with the idea that there was even a game tomorrow. That’s just how little we should pay attention to Boston College. So there, I’m saying it: there’s not even a game tomorrow. We shouldn’t even field a team, so obviously superior are we to the number 4 ranked team in the nation.

You see, they’re not even another football team, really. In fact, going to the game would be an acknowledgment that they even existed. We shouldn’t even watch the game tomorrow, or check a score, or even think about enjoying it win or lose.

Our game against whom, you ask? Good question. I forgot what I was talking about completely! If you’d like to use the Notre Dame football field tomorrow, intramural squads, go ahead. The field will be completely open, because no one will be there.

In fact, I don’t think we have a game until Navy, and then USC after it. So tomorrow, whew, do I have some free time on my hands as a Notre Dame football fan! I was thinking of doing a little lawn bowling if anyone would care to join me. I’m pretty competitive when I get going, so you are warned–I’m Tom Zbikowski fierce when I get going!

There’s Evan Almighty at the dollar theater, too. That Steve Carell’s a hoot! I think I’ll bring some candy into the theater with me, too–probably Twizzlers. I’ll bite the end off, and stick it in the drink like a straw while I watch Morgan Freeman play God. Then I’ll eat it. It’ll be all hard from the cold, but I’m tough. I’ll chew through it like a champion would.

Or perhaps I’ll watch some other football, even. Sure, the teams won’t be the Irish, with our 11 consensus national titles and seven Heisman Trophy winners. But I could watch Alabama! Oh, they’re so cute when they paw after the ball and have to rely on colors to name their plays. It’s like they can’t even read! That Nick Saban and his huge salary are just indicative of the rampant, feckless bowing to Mammon some college football teams are all about these days.

A weekend without football will be hard, but it’ll be worth it, Irish fans. Go Irish! Beat Navy!

Sincerely,

Tommy Kilborn
Guest Columnist, EDSBS
GO IRISH!!!

CURIOUS INDEX, 10/12/07

Wake Forest just sat back for a half and waited for Florida State to make mistakes, a game plan bordering on the maniacal if we were sitting in 1995 talking about this. However, we’re not, and it worked: Xavier Lee spat the ball out and into the hands of a Wake defender late in the game, and the burly run game of Wake Forest (just typed that, yup) took over late in the game, allowing Wake to kick what would be the deciding field goal in a 24-21 victory over Florida State.

The game itself exceeded expectations, but we really watch the Thursday night games for Doug Flutie’s inevitable jabs at Craig James’ inferior intellect. And when Doug Flute can flex nuts on your brain power…well, read the quote.

Fowler: Bowden’s also fond of this Tennyson quote.

Flutie: Hey, James. I know that’s one of your favorites.

James (puts down paste): Fuck you! Was ‘batin and watchin’ “OW! MY BALLS!!!”

Fowler: (impales self on microphone, dies giggling.)

The first two lines are completely accurate. The rest is accurate in spirit, man.

He may be lambasted by Texas fans for being slow, but linebacker Robert Killebrew may be the EDSBS Defensive Player of the Year for entirely non-athletic reasons: he’s got his own cooking show on the Texas football website called “Kill’s Kitchen,” and his favorite television show is Aqua Teen Hunger Force. He sounds like the perfect running mate for a wealthy stoner…hey, McConoughey! We got the man for the job!

Barry Switzer has no recollection of that. In an article on spying in college football, a gem of a quote from former Oklahoma coach Barry Switzer, who allegedly once sent an Oklahoma booster dressed as a painter to spy on Texas’ practice.

Some 20 years later, an Oklahoma booster allegedly dressed as a painter to get inside Memorial Stadium during a Texas practice. Switzer was a Sooners assistant coach then.

“I knew it happened,” he said. Asked about how the plan was hatched, he replied: “That’s so . . . long ago, I can’t remember.”

We believe him. Hanging out with Jimmy Johnson down on Islamorada for a week will wipe clean most people’s hard drives, really.

From Booty to Sanchez. USC will start Mark Sanchez over an injured John David Booty this weekend. We will give you no odds on the number of “Dirty Sanchez” signs at Gameday, because you know we’ll have ‘em out there, bra! Can I get that Dane Cook CD back from ya?

Men––it’s Friday. You need to growin’ or dyin’. Your Lou Holtz inspirational vitamin for the day follows.

Let’s go!

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