Everyday Should Be Saturday

June 18, 2008

THIS WEEK’S POLL: WE CAN ALL AGREE ON BEAUTIFUL, RIGHT?

You’re beautiful, it’s true.

Only one thing remains less compelling than a blogfight, and that’s a bumfight. Corrected: bumfights are far more compelling than blogfights, therefore ignore previous sentence. No one ever paid money to watch two dorks slap each other with laptops, though now that we’re picturing it, there’s a moderate amount of potential in the concept. (We call dibs on the steel-plated Toughbook.)

So if Bruins Nation and SMQ can’t agree on what realistic expectations for HIS COACHNESS SIR RICK NEUHEISEL are, then we can count on two things. First, that Kyle will have a reasoned, cogent, and well-constructed 15,000 word piece on the topic. Second, that we propose peace by saying that in all the minor hubbub, we all agree on one thing: that HIS COACHNESS SIR RICK NEUHEISEL is the Platonic ideal of beauty brought down from the aether for our enlightenment.

Therefore, we present our intermittently updated poll, featured in the side bar to the right, which asks the question: What is more beautiful than HIS COACHNESS SIR RICK NEUHEISEL? We personally think there’s only one answer, and that is that he himself is the definition of beauty.

This message brought to you by EDSBS, the most pro-Rick Neuheisel blog on the internet.

CAL TREESITTERS ILLUSTRATE WHY EWOKS WERE LOUSY NEIGHBORS

Filthy creatures.

The clock is running out on tree-sitting protesters in Berkeley: today is the deadline for a lawsuit filed to keep the University from building a training facility on a wooded site adjacent to Cal’s football stadium, a minor, patchouli-scented drama extending back to last last fall when the facility was proposed and the last fifty-three hippies on the planet climbed into the trees to protest their proposed removal.

The issue at stake in the lawsuit (the actual, relevant, and legal part of this whole endeavor, not the poorly groomed jobless people in trees) is the construction of the training facility on a fault line, a minor detail since a.) the entire state of California sits on a fault line that could be opened wide with a single nuclear weapon (Superman can’t be wrong), and b.) Cal’s stadium that it fills with people several Saturdays a year is already on said fault line.

The deadline to settle the lawsuit expires today, meaning Cal can forge ahead with construction as soon as they remove the protesters from the trees, which they received permission to do back in October anyway. The tree-sitters confirmed our suspicions that the Ewoks must have been asshole upstairs neighbors when one, while being removed by arborists from the site, threw urine on the crew working on the site before biting one of them, as well.

Proving another point: throwing urine remains a universally ineffective rhetorical device. Now, urinating on someone? Totally different, and somewhat effective in limited cases, if countless Calvin window decals are to be believed.

RASHARD MENDENHALL DISCOVERS BRACKETS, THE WORD REDACTED

Rashard Mendenhall does not like [NAME REDACTED], meaning he’s either our new favorite NFL running back or he’s our new favorite NFL running back. Either way, points to you, sir, for displaying such good judgment and refueling our depleted tank of reasons not to like the former coach/cheerleader/destroyer of quality snack and beverage machines.

Mendenhall doesn’t exactly divulge what caused him to turn on [NAME REDACTED]. Cue insinuations and blanket statement about former, unfavored coach:

“To tell you the truth, as long as [NAME REDACTED] is there it will be hard for me to support the University of Illinois football team.”

Since they are getting better and better each day, Rashard, your support will not be needed. Captain Correctable himself fired back by saying that it was too bad Mendenhall was disgruntled, which was diplomatic enough…but kitty has claws, oh yes he does.

To me, he was a pretty good player and it paid off that he’s going to have an opportunity to be a heckuva pro football player as well.

Note the verbiage there: pretty good. Damning with faint praise for the guy who chipped in 1600 yards total rushing last season for your team? Well played, sir–you have spent your offseason soaking in the delicate comedies of manners of Noel Coward. Glad you got that copy of Private Lives we sent you and put it to good use, you rapscallion you.

There might be a more concrete reason Mendenhall has a beef with [NAME REDACTED], though.
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THE ENUMERATIVE: SOME THINGS ARE IMPOSSIBLE

With apologies to Kevin “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE” Garnett, today’s Enumerative clearly proves some things are impossible no matter how many shrieking Tawmmys agree with you.

VISITING LECTURE: THE AUBURNER

Teams: there are a lot of them. In our effort to bring you the finest “bullshit” coverage of college football, our Visiting Lecturer Series today welcomes Ryan and Mark, who author the proudly agricultural and technical Auburn blog The Auburner True to form, we think they beat any preview we would write about Auburn by a field goal.


Lil Wayne’s wrong, man: YOU’RE THE BEAST, TUBS! From the Tuberville classics thread.

One: what color is your season? In other words, please explain the metaphorical state of your program through the metaphor of color:

We have two colors. Green and black. Our offense is green, because they are completely unproven: new offensive coordinator, new quarterback(s), and a completely new offensive scheme. Our defense is black because they are the mark of death for all who oppose and this will remain so no matter how many defensive coordinators we give to Texas.

Two: What historical nation and period do you resemble most right now?

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ESPN’S FACE OF THE PROGRAM: FURTHER SUBMISSIONS

ESPN’s “Face of the Program” rolls on, and oh what a twisted, unpredictable path they weave! Did you know they picked a crazy night scene of Tiger Stadium at night as the face of LSU’s program, and not a raging Cecil Collins looking in through a woman’s window? And did you drop jaw to floor when they chose the “U” logo for Miami, and not any one of a host of promising competitors filled with what we regard as the true spirit of Miami football?

We’ll just let one of ESPN’s ace commenters take it from here to explain their avant-garde choice:

There’s really a few images. Above all what the image is the the U … That logo says all you need to know.

Strange, but they like to keep you on your toes at the WWL. Look, they split up John Anderson and Scott Van Pelt! ARE THEY MADMEN OR GENIUSES?

We continue our feeble attempts to give programs the faces they deserve, even if the WWL is busy astonishing us all by making their quirky, unpredictable choices. You go crazypants madballs all you like: we’ll just stick with the predictable, traditional ones, man. It’s what we here in Blogfrica do.

Florida International. Ma, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad - I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise, and livin’ in the houses they build - I’ll be there, too.”–Ned, October 14, 2006.


And they never caught him, did they?

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CURIOUS INDEX, 6/18/08

It’s not stealing signs if it’s so dumb anyone can figure it out. Northwestern gigged their streak of upsets versus Michigan in the mid-90s the old-fashioned way: by learning Michigan’s signs.

There was a guy on their sideline that day, and he had our signals down pat,” Datz said. “Every time, he would scream into the defense what we’re going to do — pass or run — and he was almost always right. … They were blowing up draws, calling our counters and destroying our screen passes — all a big part of our plays that year.

In all fairness to Northwestern, most people in the stands watching a Lloyd Carr team could do the same based on formation, down, and distance. Stopping it, however, was an entirely different matter, and even if you frown on signal stealing to begin with, you must differentiate between garden variety sideline nabs and grandiose videotape espionage. To reiterate: “stealing signs” from a Carr team was hard not to do.

All he had to do was watch Michigan center Rod Payne, a one-handed snapper who apparently put his opposite hand on the ground for a running play and on his thigh for a passing play.

Michigan caught on thanks to some savvy spotting by ball boys, and ended up beating Northwestern 23-6 in 1997 once they figured it out and adapted. We’d love to say it had no effect on the outcome of the game, ho-hum, and thus let it pass…but the margin of victory in 1995 (19-13) and in 1996 (17-16) mean that signals really did make a difference. Pat Fitzgerald, linebacker for the Wildcats and current NW coach, wisely declined comment.

Sen’Derrick Marks, your next robotic slab of mechanical d-line evil from Auburn. Marks is becoming a leader, maturing, blah blah blah: the article fails to mention the fact he’s going to be obstructive, nasty, and you know, standard operating procedure for Auburn defensive linemen. Meanwhile, Alabama’s considering playing a 1-6-4 this year due to their, um, “strengths at linebacker.”

Jay Paterno is not an economist. He admits as much on his blog on Barack Obama’s site, since Jay’s shockingly not endorsing the son of privilege in this election, a mightily ironic and bold move for a coach who got his job because his name is Jay Paterno, and not Jay Farkenblatt, or any other cocked-up last name you care to choose. He admits he’s not an economist, something most of us should do, really. Unless you’re an economist, of course, and if you are then you just keep laffer-curvin’ along, you.

I am not an economist, but I can see and smell B.S. when I run across it.

You have to be an economist to smell…him?


I can smell victory and bourbon without a Ph.D., thank you very much.

Lloyd Carr is going to China. You know…staying busy, missing press conferences like a beekeeper misses being stung in the taint, watching political debates, you know…just being Lloyd.

The founder of the Liberty Bowl, A.F. “Bud” Dudley, is dead. Pay tribute to the AutoZone founder today by taking a dead battery to a local auto parts store, and then claim that it came that way, and you’d like a new one of an entirely different size and voltage.

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