Not bologna–it’s gourmet soppresata. Blogtoberfest, the finest of expensive lunchmeats provided free of charge to you.

Yes, it was on Deadspin. But it’s still awesome and in need of posting here: Kansas State fans killing poor sports reporter Jim Knox.

As always, it’s the repetition making it funnier with each viewing. That and the fact that there’s no information on whether he’s ok or not. Jim Knox, fine! Jim Knox, dead at the age of something-something! Either way, man fall down go AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!

Dennis Dixon’s season is done, but not before he outran the Arizona defense on a torn ACL. There should be some kind of award for spectacular performances on injured limbs.

This isn’t Barry Switzer, right? We kept waiting for autoerotic asphyxiation jokes to break the spell, which they usually do.

Brian has the best line on Lloyd Carr’s legacy as a coach of coaches:

Carr was stubborn, arrogant, and loyal to a fault. There is no Carr coaching tree because the program is inbred.

In summary, it’s Carr=good dude, meh coach since 2005 or so.

Losers With Socks calls Tennessee a flattering name. Um, we think:

I hope the Vols prove them wrong. I love the cockroach nature of this team. You can’t kill them.

An apt name, though it must enqueasen the stomachs of Vol fans to hop on the bandwagon for a team that was, at least after four games, looking like the backbreaker for the Philip Fulmer regime.

They’re selling beer at Arrowhead Stadium for the Border War, meaning that for once, there will be drunk people in the stands of a college football game. Xenu forbids!