Everyday Should Be Saturday

June 23, 2008

I CAN HOLD IT…A QUICK PARABLE

Red Lisp 3: I’m going in! Cover me Porkins.

Red Porkins 2: I’m with you, Red Lisp 3

(The two dive and level out just below the surface of the object. It is glossy, covered with bags of silcone, shiny brass armor plating, stunning nude women covered by glass bubbles, and laser cannons.)

Red Lisp 3: Jezuth, look at that! It’s the size of a Pollack washerwoman’s behind, I tell you!

Red Porkins 2: Right with you…um…got a problem here.

Red Lisp 3: Eject!

Red Porkins 2: I can hold it…I’ve got Clausen…and recruits…

Red Lisp 3: Come to television! It’s eathy!

Red Porkins 2: No…I just need more….time.

Imperial Cannoneer Carroll: I’m so jacked to be shooting down this fighter.

[Fires Rey Maualuga from cannon.]

Red Lisp 3: What’s the thtate theal of Baltimore doing on my helmet?

Red Porkins 2: AAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Cannoneer Carroll: WIN FOREVER!!!!!

Red Lisp 3: Aw, come on! You named him Porkinth! He didn’t thtand a chance to begin with!

(A floating, half-eaten chicken sandwich bounces off the cockpit of the X-wing into the cold void of space.)

VISITING LECTURER: MAIZE ‘N BREW ON MICHIGAN

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 Maize ‘n Brew Dave of Maize N Brew, yet another witty, well-read, funny, and utterly obsessed Michigan blog. Enjoy.

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

Teal. Is it blue? Is it green? Who knows? Is it new and exciting or is it just ugly? Every new sports team, it appears, is required by law to include the color in their uniform and no one is sure whether this is a good idea or not. Seriously. What is Teal? Teal is not traditional. Teal spits in the eye of traditional. Haha, you ran a pro-style, two back set? Teal says screw you, the quarterback will be running draws! No one really seems to know what to make of Teal or Michigan right now.

Teal could be hot and new or it could be flashy crap that makes us look back ten years from now and wonder why on God’s Green Earth “Flock of Seagulls” were ever popular.

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

Post WWI Germany. Not really defeated. Not really entirely whole. Other than Germany’s penchant for fascism a decade later, the parrallels here are startling. In the 1910’s the AustroHungarian empire was a power in severe decline. While it wasn’t turning in 3-9 seasons, it wasn’t winning Rose Bowls either. During WWI, the Germans continued to attempt to overrun entrenched Allied positions by running straight at gunfire or a stacked defensive line. The theory being if you ran hard enough, the bullet or defender will bounce off of you. In essence you out execute the bullet. If you’ve watched any game during Michigan’s last four seasons, well, you know what I’m getting at.

The end of the war marked the changing of the German leadership and the final breakup of an Empire that seemed to predate most nations or athletic programs. Out were the last of the Hapsburg/Schembechler dynasty, in was this new fangled idea called democracy. Unfortunately, it took the Germans a while to figure this one out (you know, a swing and miss here and there [fine, four decades to figure it out]), so we’re hoping Michigan watches a little bit of the History Channel and learns from their mistakes.

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Schembechler, center, plots troop advances in southern France, running game versus Ohio State.

Like post WWI Germany Michigan is currently short capable men.

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CLEMSON PLAYER: “HIGH AND AGGRAVATED” ASSAULT

Clemson: already flying high, so to speak.

High and aggravated best describes a hippo on PCP, the lead singer of Mastodon anytime after 6 p.m., or us any time between the dates of June 2, 1995 to January 13, 2000. It also, conveniently enough, describes a form of assault in the South Carolina criminal code. Perhaps you weren’t aware that South Carolina even had a criminal code, figuring they relied instead on a pastiche of Hammurabian code and a unique “color and cash test.” You’d be right, for the most part. (The “color test” is not unique–it’s widely used across the South! HA-ha. Racism.)

Bringing us to the case of Clemson defensive back Deandre McDaniel, arrested and charged with “assault and battery of a high and aggravated nature” for doing something high and aggravated on Saturday night in Central, South Carolina. It’s nice of them to specify exactly what kind of assault it is, meaning you, too, could rack up colorful charges like “tipsy and poorly committed assault,” or “fogged on ketamine and discombobulated” assault, or even the rare “quaalude-addled and giggly slapfighty battery.”

Clemson comes into this season as hyped as any Clemson team ever: Cullen Harper is on the Unitas Watch List, Spiller and Davis may be the most vaunted backfield combo since White/Bush (an inapt comparison, since Davis does not carry whole racks of ribs under his flak vest for in-game snacking,) and most everyone daring the absurd venture of a preseason top 25 has them in the top 25. (Us included, though we pull that lever with the robust confidence of a bomb squad cop clipping the blue wire instead of the red.)

By pattern, this means Clemson will botch the preseason ranking, lose three games they shouldn’t, and alternate 300 yard rushing games and crushing victories with baffling losses to the Georgia Techs of the world. If we had sense, we’d handle any Clemson hype with sterile tongs, and wouldn’t expect much variance in the existing pattern in the Tommy Bowden regime: nine wins has been the ceiling thus far, and in the ACC the week-to-week crab/bucket dynamic should continue.

We will, in retrospect, exert some degree of discretion OMG DAVIS SPILLER BOWERS JESUS BUDDHA ON A FLAMING MOPED!!!!! (more…)

THE HUMILIATION DIET, PART ONE

You couldn’t make it in the NFL. You probably couldn’t make it in college. The proof, now over at the Sporting Blog.


You want bunda? You get bunda, bitches. We just didn’t say it would be good bunda.

R.I.P., GEORGE CARLIN

What the fucking fuck, life? Carlin? The shitbags running this fucking place make one mistake after another. Why not fucking Leno, and not a guy who admitted he was “loaded on cocaine all week long” when he hosted SNL? Really, do you want us to take Leno? Just give us some kind of ambiguous sign, like the sun rising or something like that?

George Carlin is dead, and it sucks a cocksucking fucking shit tit bag. He had a scalpel in hand always when cutting up his subjects, but no more so than when he addressed the differences between baseball and football. Carlin deadpointed exactly what separates baseball fans from football fans: penalty, violence, death, and rage.

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits. Rest in peace, George.

CURIOUS INDEX, 6/23/2008

Drinks are on Croom! Sylvester Croom signed a new contract for four years at $1.7 million dollars on Friday. The salary makes him the second highest paid person in Mississippi, as he still trails catfish sexer and Tunica blackjack dealer Edwin “Stumpy” McKettridge in net income. When asked for comment, Croom spoke and cracked a levee with his thunderous voice, leaving the coach to conduct the rest of the press conference with hand gestures indicating he was rich, hanging loose, feeling “o.k.”, and was number one in some fashion he could not clearly articulate.

The money seems like a lot of coin for a program so strapped for cash that Croom, in addition to teaching a few advanced agronomy classes, also serves as head cheerleader for the pep squad.

It’s a sign, Phyllis! The picturesque live oaks at Toomer’s Corner in Auburn are ailing thanks to a number of factors, including both the tradition of bombarding the oaks with toilet paper after victories and the love tap a local inflicted a few years ago with his truck:

Despite signs of decline over the past decade, the trees are surviving. The larger tree is bouncing back from a gaping wound sustained a few years ago when a truck crashed into it.

How someone hits one of the four major landmarks in Auburn is beyond us, unless there was some kind of blood atonement or revenge going on. “A live oak KILLED MY DADDY DAMMIT! (rrrrrrreeeeevvvvv….) The practice of rolling the trees is not helping, and may have to be stopped to preserve the health of the trees, showing that local authorities have not seen The Happening and obviously doesn’t understand the threat our leafy silent enemies present to humanity.

On the positive side for Alabama fans: it’s a sign! Bear’s pissin’ on ‘em from heaven! The streak ends now!

Pat Hill and Fresno State turned down $1 million dollars offered to move their upcoming game against Wisconsin in Fresno to Lambeau Field. Pat Hill explained the refusal by saying the game means too much to the program and the community to move to a neutral site, and then tore ass on his kickass Harley westward into a vermillion-shaded sunset.

Drama hasn’t used this little soap since the Hundred Years’ War. More hippies, trees, and hippies in trees from the still-lingering Cal tree standoff.

Danario Alexander, the Joint Whisperer. Mizzou wideout Alexander, who will miss the opening of the season with a leg injury, speaks from his very bones:

“I won’t listen to my head,” Alexander said. “I won’t listen to my heart. I’ll listen to my leg.”

Alexander’s legs are the most eloquent joints you’ll ever hear. Sublimity lives in their slightest creaks and croaks.

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