An item in Monday’s Curious Index referred to television presence Pam Ward as a “football analyst”. We realize this may have given our readers the impression that Pam Ward provides analysis of football games or speaks cogently (or even coherently) on football-related topics. This impression is patently inaccurate, and we regret the error.
On Wednesday, the caption for the following photo was listed incorrectly.
It is not, as we listed, the “Jungle House” in the Dominican Republic that former coach Bobby Pruett used to entertain Marshall football recruits. (more…)
The Kid from House Rock Built returns with the five weekends from the upcoming schedule that will destroy your life as you know it. Now featuring only one gratuitous Gladiator reference!
Well, considering Swindle is going out and publishing his own brand of fucking odds these days, and well if its any one but AJ, youre stealing my bit! Doesnt matter, cant keep setting book week in and week out, the last time we did that at our previous job, the Trev had his fibula broken in a number of ways. They kind of did a Sid Vicious number on him, but that is neither here nor there. So we’ll get back into standard listing mode, but we have to think that this is more of a public service announcement than anthing else. You know…..we don’t really feel right announcing that all on our own….GET US A FUCKING MUPPET!
This is a Muppet News Flash! The following 5 weekends will ruin both your liver and your relationship with your spouse or life mate!
Week 1
The long wait is over. Sure, there’s not an EPIC SLATE of football madness to slake your thirst, but there is certainly enough insanity to go around for one Labor Day weekend. (more…)
Now that’s what a starting quarterback should look like: Gary Cherone-ish, pantsless, and enjoying a kiss with a friend.
The most disturbing consumer item available on the market has to be Jupmode.com’s Sweatervest Koozy, the tiny Tresselhide for your beer that shows that not only do you love America’s coach, but that you kind of want to take a miniature version of him, rip his head off, and drink beer from his neck.
If only this came with an actual little plastic head you could attach to the cap, then we could sell literally tens of these in Syracuse Orange with little Greg Robinson heads. TENS, we say. (HT: Big Jon.
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