“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good, and the very gentle, and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.”
Because things are beginning to spin out of control, and that’s not a bad thing if you’re wearing a helmet. Fortunately for us, we’re like Michigan’s football players and wear one at all times.
We’d never seen this photo before. If you haven’t, you should see it. It is wonderful in ways undescribed by most world religions’ descriptions of the wonderful. It’s also week three this year for college football fans.
This was the “Yakety Sax” game, which might explain why we missed the pic, what with the convulsive laughter and repeated watchings of this.
Your program is more felonious than ours because we are better people than you. Eleven Warriors points at Michigan Against the World’s Buckeye arrest tally in the Tressel era and says, well, yes, we’ve had quite a few people arrested. We still own you, because we don’t care. Okay, they’re much more conscientious about it than we would be, but that’s what we would say.
Kirk Ferentz is going to do things a little differently this year, but not in a Bud Dwyer kind of way.
A custom schedule maker is never a bad thing to have hanging around the virtual house.
Matt Patchan of Florida, back on the field after being shot this offseason in a random incident in a Tampa park, seems to have kept his wit about him:
When asked what he felt he brought to the Florida defensive line, freshman Matt Patchan didn’t hesitate from unleashing the first zinger of preseason camp.
“Long hair and attractiveness,” the curly-haired Patchan said.
Cosmo-reader Dicky Lyons has his own spot on UK’s website. If you loved Nicholas Cage decking women in The Wicker Man, you will love Dicky’s inner monologue revealed.
Alabama has no depth chart. Really. Not even close.
Yes it’s easy to point and scream “FRUITY HIPPIES” at Colorado’s plan to compost stadium waste and have valet parking for bicycles, but consider for a moment the real environmental sense it makes to…um, wait. Valet parking for bikes? Okay, go ahead and continue screaming whatever you like, because that is SuperMechaGodzillaRetarded.
Les Miles’ hurricane plan is probably pretty audacious. You might just pack the family into the car, stock up on some Aquafina from the nearest ravaged convenience store, and gas up on the way out of town. Miles wouldn’t settle for that. No, he’d leave some element of chance in, like taking a lawnchair tied to 300 enormous yellow and purple balloons and just seeing where the wind takes him. (In 2007, it would have landed him directly in the middle of a pile of taffy and cash if last season’s amazing Vegas streak translates to amateur aeronautics.)
In this PSA for hurricane awareness, the camera comes in from a fade, as if you’re blind drunk or asleep and BAM! Miles in your house, lecturing you about hurricane planning. (Louisiana joke here.) He then does some passable cue card work, but what caught our eye was the play drawn up on the board.
Correct, junior coordinators: that’s a fake field goal. Steve Spurrier just shanked a five-iron at the mention of that.
Dennis Franchione will be working as an analyst for ESPN Radio later this season, but is hoping to get something done with FSN soon, but that’s only if he doesn’t get a nibble from Sporting News Radio, and even that’s contingent on what he hears from his agent regarding some feelers from XM/Sirius about his own show, you know. And there’s always that spot in the cast of Mamma Mia! Oh, to dance for the people! Under the footlights!
I’m taking another job. Tell the guys for me, will ya?
Tide Druid assumes his booth at certain games should be a fully-enclosed Plexiglas bubble. Probably for the best, really, unless that other thing he’s working on comes through before the fall.
Holly and I had a lengthy discussion of the preseason top 25. Covered: Tommy Tuberville’s Contra-knowledge, the craving for an Eric Berry-like substance at Florida, the refusal to purchase Clemson or Clemson-related goods, the bizarre buoyancy of Texas in the polls, and our growing concern over the health and well-being of Rudy Carpenter. Enjoy?
Matt Stafford. Why Holly dislikes such a bon vivant is beyond us.OS: Georgia at number one. The g stands for “Going down a slot to the winner of the Ohio State USC game.” They’ve got a built-in pressure valve right thurr, since they can slide down and therefore avoid the full heat of the bullseye for a bit.
Holly: And for (matt) Goddamn (stafford), My Pastor Heard Me Call You That. Who will be a factor in their one loss. Where “factor” = “crippling INT”
Orson: Ainge’d!
Holly: UNCALLED FOR
Orson: Reality is hurt that you’re ignoring him, and will be nursing his earl grey in the corner.
Holly: Yesterday’s news, short stack. Onward.
Orson: Any real problems with UGA being here? It’s as good as guess as one could make sober. Not that I’m making any of those.
Holly: Although for what it’s worth Ainge seemed to enjoy his last visit with Georgia very much. No real problems with them in the top spot, but I think Florida will have an easier path to Atlanta in December. And I really, really hate Matt Stafford. Just for the record. And it’s not the envy-hate of Percy Harvin.
Orson: No. We’re both on record as having a mutual envy-hate axis surrounding Harvin and Eric Berry.
Holly: Berry or Moreno. Pick one to steal. Although I’d give Berry the edge given your current…predicament. (See how I said that like a Victorian lady would talk about a baby out of wedlock?)
Orson: Berry. We need him so much more than we need a running back.
Holly: (Urban Meyer just signed 2 more babies out of wedlock to play DB in ‘09.) (more…)
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He’s losing his edge. Steve Spurrier didn’t cast his traditional vote for Duke at #25 this year because Grant Teaff, head of the American Football Coaches Association, asked him not to.
The kids are coming up from behind…and they are giggling, which caused Spurrier to dismiss his team from practices yesterday. It’s not his fault, though, as he is the diminished Korean-cloned form of 2002 Spurrier, after all. Morgan Trent did not run a 4.13. Brian handles it with sharp skewers of skepticism, The Wiz thinks it’s bullshit, and we concur, being an expert 40 runner with a blazing time of 6.09. We will say this, however: he did run down Harvin in the Capital One Bowl, and if you are so fast you can even be confused with running a 4.13, then you are grotesquely fleet no matter the wiggle room in the time. It’s a bit like asking whether you can squat 1000 pounds or 1020 pounds–if you’re in the neighborhood, even a vague measure means you’re in the top 99.99999 percent of human capability in your particular department. Joel’s 20 Coolest Logos focus on our favorite kind, the sort that look like they’re seconds from leaping from the 2-D and killing you in a mascot-appropriate fashion. Big Al on the Alabama “A” does look like he should be named “Stampy” in another life. Bush, still burning. Reggie Bush may yet be pronounced retroactively ineligible for the 2004 and 2005 seasons, meaning forfeited games for USC and…yes, that’s right, nothing at all for Bush save a possible revocation of the Heisman, since it can only go to the best eligible player in the nation. And that can only help his pro career, really. Phil Steele will be popping a piece up on his website explaining “FIVE Reasons Why Georgia Will NOT Finish #1 This Year,” This will LIKELY involve power rankings and will be JAMPACKED with stats. (HT: Blutarsky.) |
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While the CI is cooking up…please enjoy the mustache of Eugene Hütz, the lead singer and chief mustachiero of gypsy punk band Gogol Bordello.
Happy Mustache Wednesday, motherfuckerski!
“Start Wearing Purple” is after the jump. If you imagine a bunch of tanked Northwestern fans dancing in a kick-circle to it, it’s even funnier than it already is.
Orson Swindle and Stranko Montana are two men pushing thirty who should know better than to run a college football blog, but evidently don't. Both graduated from the University of Florida, and both agree that college football is far too important to be left to the professionals.
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