Everyday Should Be Saturday

November 12, 2007

CARR TO ANNOUNCE RETIREMENT

I’m out. Kiss my ass.

For three sources to all say the same thing in information-stingy Ann Arbor is a strong indicator of actual reality here: Lloyd Carr will announce his retirement Monday following the Ohio State game.

Set Miles in motion, as he’s got to at least be on the priority list of coaches to face. Also page Tedford and knock the dust off the desks in the Michigan football offices, since none of them will be staying under a new regime. Cue a piqued Tressel, who has to be curious what rough beast/retread/tyro/NFL refugee will fall into possession of the Most Despised Opposing Headset.

And exit Carr, who leaves with a national title, a clean record on program probation, and a reputation as giving the least predictable halftime interviews ever: refusing to divulge even a hint of information about injury, hugging Suzy Shuster after a brief quote, or ripping Todd Harris after being asked “a stupid question” about Michigan’s conservative play at the half. Carr was a curmudgeon off his meds during a game, railing at kid-speckled lawns, clueless linebackers, and staring icily onto the field as the clock wore down on victories or losses–either way it worked, Carr stayed entertainingly crotchety to the end.

What else will we miss about Lloyd Carr? Not much, really. He never manifested much of himself outside the locker room, though there were flashes of a charming personality and giving man. He never changed much, which was great! Michigan stayed on an even keel during his tenure no matter what happened. He never changed much, which sucked! His offenses clung to the same plays, he stayed loyal to assistants when their schemes were going rancid on the field, and generally gave Michigan football at its worst a dirge-like flavor of ancient obstinacy mixed with joyless, plodding tactics.

We love writing career obits of the glowing sort, and would like to write one here: a coach with a 121-38 record and a national title deserves that. It’s hard to do with Carr, though, both because of his personal elusiveness and the pattern of disappointment and near-miss flirtation with national titles and wins against Ohio State that marked the last five years of his tenure. (Hey, they did win Big Ten titles in ‘03 and ‘04.) It’s counterintuitive–writing about someone so successful should be like breathing. Yet with Carr, there’s a difficulty in this, especially given how tired Michigan fans are of losing bowl games to teams who coach rings around their “rock-throwing” coaching staff. It’s time for him to go, and without a trace of sentiment, tears, or nostalgia.

Not that Lloyd gives a shit what we, you, or Daniel Dennett thinks of any of this. He’s done, and you can kiss his ass. He’s off to coach rugby in Australia with BFF Russell Crowe. Whoever takes over the Durmstrang Institute of Football Studies now–that’s the story from here on out. It’s never too early to start tracking planes, people. That’s what the FAA and flight manifests were invented for in the first place.

THE WORLD’S HIGHEST PAID INTERN

We’re trying one teeny little test post here, tempting fate to see how malicious the internet gods are today. But read a burrrrrrn like this one, and you do what you must do when someone says something horrible and horribly accurate about someone suffering through a miserable time in their lives. You share it with the world, naturally.

Charlie Weis is the world’s highest-paid intern.

Oh, Greg Couch of the Chicago Sun-Times, you burn like the sweet tang of aerosolized capiscum.

THIS TRAIN’S CROWDED. APOLOGIES.

That’s a picture of our server right now. It’s shitty, and we’re working on replacing it. In the meantime, we thank you for your patience, and remind you that riding underneath the train is not advised, but is certainly exciting.

EDSBS HGTV: THE BUCKEYE BIDET

Let’s install a bidet, people!

You can’t have a modern bathroom without a bidet. I know what you’re saying, now: what kind of man uses something French to lick his ass that can’t be charged anonymously to a credit card as “PERSONAL SERVICES, INC” from a Lyon hotel room? Not me, you say!

Wrong. It’s time to show some modern fluffy sensitivity and stop smearing the brown ghost of last night’s pot roast around your ass and get with the squeaky-clean, watery goodness of a behind blasted immaculate with the gentle but firm touch of a bidet.

We’ll even show you how to make your very own, extremely masculine Ohio State bidet just like the one that keeps Tressel’s trundle clean every week on ABC. Ready?

Step one: the bidet. Be careful–you can overpay for your bidet, as some built-in toilet/bidet models can run into the thousands of dollars. We can only say that the decision is yours, but for value’s sake the extra water you’ll use with a separate bidet is negligible. We say keep them separate to save a few bucks, and pick up a model such as the Kohler “San Tropez” for no more than $500 total.

Step Two: Installation. Don’t make the mistake of just drilling a few holes in the floor, hooking up a pipe, and firing away at the old log-mouth with a poorly installed bidet. Precision matters here. First, make sure your tiling is level, and that you’ve got your piping lined up accurately. Trace the outline of the bidet on the floor, and crack out the chalk line and level to make sure the bidet is attractively and evenly placed next to the toilet.

Now take a drill and make two 3/16″ holes in the floor for the anchor. Don’t forget your sealant! This all-important element will save you from nagging leaks and drips in the future, and you’ll thank yourself for the extra effort later.

Connect your pipes, drain, and you’re almost there.

Add some style. In this case, we’re going to jazz up the bidet with a familiar loving face. We’ve taken an image off the internet, printed and laminated it, and blown it up on an 8X12 scale. Then we we did a quick outline of the image on some pressed 1/16 inch aluminum, matched up the image, and cut a quick 1/2 inch hole to allow for the bidet faucet to poke through. Make sure your faucet hole is just big enough–a tight fit is essential here.

Take the mounting and run a quick solder and seal job around the faucet, and we’re ready to scrub. Oh, and don’t forget the waterproof sticker at the bottom of the trough for effect.

Step Four: Get that undercarriage Musburger-clean! Pardner, even in defeat no one washes your Buckeye balls more thoroughly and forcefully than the Brentster. You’re looking live! At my ass being cleaned just like Jim Tressel’s is on a weekly basis! Turn on thE water and feel the force of America’s announcer getting you a squeaky kind of clean only previously possible
with four hours of feverish man-amour. (more…)

CURIOUS INDEX, 11/12/07

Mr. Toad has the wheel again. LSU and their mad motorist of a coach, Les Miles, have the wheel again.

[NAME REDACTED] will hurt you. Many a Coke machine has felt his wrath, but Juice Williams could have been next had he not scrambled his team into victory against the Buckeyes on Saturday as a very, very caffeineated [NAME REDACTED] listened to his plea to go for it against Ohio State in Illinois’ stunning 28-21 victory.

“That gave me an OK to go ahead and do it,” Williams added.
“I knew it was just an inch or less,” Zook said. “Juice kind of grabbed me and said, ‘I will get you an inch.’ I said, ‘You better.’”
That’s not exactly how Williams told it.
“He kind of scared me,” Williams said of Zook. “He said, ‘Get it or I’m going to hurt you.’ That kind of motivated me even more to get the first.”

Fear is a hell of a drug, son. Believe us, we know it–Florida’s current dance partner for the bowl season would be, per CBS Sportsline projections, the Illinois Illini. If Illinois wins, this site become www.hire[NAME REDACTED].com for a day. That’s a wager, y’all. (HT: Matt T.)

Joe Glenn hates your ass and will show the world with his middle finger.

Deadspin has the rest, but in short, don’t guarantee a victory over Utah. They don’t like that.

Colt Brennan suffered “a mild concussion” on this hit from Fresno State’s Marcus Riley with eleven minutes to go in Hawaii’s 37-30 victory over the Bulldogs. Being mildly concussed like this is like having your balls “slightly kicked.” It’s still very much bad no matter how many adverbs you add to it.

Yes, you did see this. Verne leans with it (lean with it), rocks with it (rock with it.)

He’s bouncin’ in the club ’cause the girls call him rocket.


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