Everyday Should Be Saturday

July 18, 2008

CORRECTIONS, 7/18/2008

While you’re analyzing the wonders of the new Michigan offense…consider our corrections. We regret the error.

Monday’s profile of Dan Hawkins erroneously reported that the Colorado coach is growing out his hair in the offseason to more closely resemble the school’s mascot, Ralphie the buffalo. Hawkins assures our editorial staff that he merely enjoys the sensation of having his locks braided each morning by cartoon birds. We regret the error.


Tra la motherfuckin’ la.

On July 14th, we described Columbia, South Carolina as being “as butt-nasty as the rattiest corners of Zombieratville Corners, Incorporated Hell, Hell, Hellsylvania, People’s Republic of Hell That’s Right We Really Live in Hell, Motherfuckers.” We apologize to the citizens of Zombieratville Corners for the unflattering comparison, which was unfair. We regret the error.

This week’s Offseason Injury Report stated that several Wake Forest players were hospitalized following an aborted attempt by Demon Deacons head coach Jim Grobe to summon an actual demon, the lesser god of Hell Bes, for a demonstration of proper blocking technique. The shadowy figure in the scrying circle was actually offensive coordinator Steed Lobotzke. We regret the error.


No jumping offsides with this little guy across the line.

In Tuesday’s Crossword, the answer for number 4 Down, “Pam Ward,” was correct. However, the clue was not, and was missing an important definite article. It should have read: “What ESPN announcer was a collegiate champion in weightlifting, specializing in the 69-75 kg snatch.” We regret the error.

Wednesday’s report that Ohio State’s Jim Tressel leads Division I active head coach in Median Sideline Bubble Diameter was incorrectly sourced. A spokesman for Tressel states unequivocally that he has never engaged in such a joyful frivolity as blowing bubblegum. We believe him, and regret the error.

Thursday’s look back at 2007, The Season That Was, noted that former Appalachian State safety and Wolverine slayer Corey Lynch owes his translucently pale and delicate skin to a childhood spent locked in the attic of his grandparents’ manor. Lynch’s mother has since contacted us to assure the world her son is not in any way related to the Cory of V.C. Andrews’ infamous Flowers in the Attic, and merely possesses a naturally alabaster complexion. She then excused herself without allowing us to question her further, explaining she had left a pot of hot tar on the stove. We regret the error.

T.O.B. IS IN THE MOOD FOR DANCE

Tom O’Brien loves ABBA. We thought we just might come right out there and say that before anything else happens here. (HT: Bill.)

Later, O’Brien owned up to his ABBA addiction: “‘Dancing Queen’ is just hard to sit down to.”

Before ye cast any stones, consider two key facts. First, Tom O’Brien is a Marine, and therefore probably by category tougher than 98 percent of you currently not in ninja school or reading this on a laptop from the back of your donkey somewhere in the Hindu Kush as you travel in your duties as a Green Beret or SEAL. Even in aluminum foil loingerie (male version), he’s tougher than you are.


See that girl, watch that scene, diggin’ the Dancin’ Queen. Pic by Eagle Talon over at BC’s Scout board.

Second, “Dancing Queen” is a damn catchy song…no matter who’s covering it…
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FULMER CUP: VANDY, BOWL-BOUND AT LAST

Two tix to paradise, homey.

Drop a whiny hipster bitch like ourselves stuck in the middle of Ybor City in Tampa at night, and there’s two responses: attempt to cover the sorrow on your face at the horde of fashion victims and future Applebee’s ejectees (”I’ll fucking fight you all! No one said there was any limit on 2-for1 daquiris!”) attempting to reproduce, or down the first eight alcoholic beverages you can find, dive into the worst club playing the worst music, and jump up and down to “Crazy Bitch” all night. Get it? They’re talking about you, baby! I’ll show you where the tribal armband tattoo connects to back at the condo! More jager over here, boss! YO BRAH I’M TALKING TO YOU!

If you’re Vandy running back Jermaine Doster, and you happen find yourself in the petty bourgeoisie rut-gutter that is Ybor, you take option three, one we should look into next time: fighting strangers for no clear reason at all.

According to arrest reports, Doster, 20, was charged with disorderly conduct, criminal mischief and obstructing an officer without violence. Doster was escorted out of The Honey-Pot Bar by Tampa police and was asked to return to his vehicle and leave but failed to cooperate, in the process “causing such a commotion he caused a large crowd to gather.”

Initial score: 7. A proper public fit coupled with a superb name for the club, since the Honey Pot refers to a vagina! Get it! It’s a big pussy, but phrased in a cute manner! ROCK BRAH! Anywhere advertising itself as a “Vegas-type nightclub” ties its own noose, since hell is filled with Vegas nightclubs and New York gambling, and not the other way around. (Vegas is for two things: lolling in the death of Western civilization, and gambling. Other activities not recommended per Oswald Spengler and Orson Swindle.)

Doster bumps up his fit to an 8 on the scale of nightclub foolery, though, by pulling a classic move here:

As a result, he was taken into custody and placed in the back of a squad car, at which time he kicked out one of the rear windows, the report said.

Bobby Brown approves, though the urinating onto the backseat would have bumped this up to a potential 9 on the Brown scale. As it stands, the only real bonus Doster gets is three points in the Fulmer Cup, and a guaranteed bowl berth for Vandy. Write it down.

SEPARATED AT BIRTH: URBAN MEYER IS BATMAN

In honor of the release of Dark Knight…we finally cast Urban Meyer in our epic 46 part miniseries about Florida football. Separated at birth:

Urban Meyer…

…and…
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CURIOUS INDEX, 7/18/08

Jethro! What a brother know! The excitement is getting unbearable around here. Bring the noise.

Recap the offseason before you forget it and claim you were right all along, which of course you were, you smart thing, you. Barwis as Yoda may be a bit much, but it beats the other comparison we wanted to make by miles: Mike Barwis as…the cockpuncher.

LSU boots o-lineman Jarvis Jones off the team for one reason or another. Requires further digging, as bayou drama of even the smallest magnitude tends to be on the spicy side.

Victoria’s Secret completes its long tumble into the dirty, flabby midsection of American demography with its announcement of college football-themed wear, most of which very conservative. (Tell your father to calm down.) The most risque thing they have for Florida is the “undie,” though Florida State does get to feature their trademark “pre-soiled thong.” Victoria’s Secret: providing your 11 year old with adult underwear since 1986!

The thunder, son. The thunder. ESPN’s College Football Live returns on Monday. Feel the thunder of Rece Davis talking about a sport he radiates glee for over the next five months. The world wins when things like this happen.

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