Despite being in obvious soul-agony, Peter will soldier through and make EDSBS Live happen tonight at 9:00 p.m. EDT when we will be talking with ESPN’s Ivan Maisel about the BCS, the BCS, and probably a bit about, you know, Phil Fulmer, who is very, very fat.
Listen here or be lame, because HOW BOUT THEM DAWGS ARP ARP ARP ARP!!!
Tennessee Football Offices. 11:30 a.m., November 4th, 2008.

Fulmer: Well, that does it. I’m off Atkins for the next month.
He takes a donut from green and white box. A solitary tear runs down his cheek.
PF: I just…what am I gonna do with the rest of my life?
[A GREAT RUMBLING OF BASS AND MUCH SHAKING]… (more…)
Also, the formal, think-y take on Fulmer’s downfall at TSB. A commenter actually has a good point: The Phil Pharewell Tour commences, and could be good mojo for sending him out with a bowl trip.
I mean, of course he is. If this coaching staff had anyone left in their corner at all after treating a reeling, gutted fanbase to a full quarter of Jonathan Crompton, I’d love to hear from them.
So, here we go. It’s time; there’s absolutely no arguing that, but for a city and a team threatened by the remotest hint of change the balance of the season looms dark and our natural pessimism has finally found purchase. Even with both feet in the FIRE HIS ASS YESTERDAY camp, I was never going to be entirely comfortable when this day came. He’s the coach of my childhood, the devil I know. Six weeks ago, I wrote, “It’s our time at the edge, and the stay will be neither brief nor pleasant.” I had no idea.
But if there’s anything to celebrate here with complete joyful abandon (for me, campers, for me), it’s that Chris Low scooped the living hell out of the Knoxville News-Sentinel, a terrible paper with a simpering buffoon of a sports editor in John Adams. Save your preening, sir—you’ve had a public, exhausting vendetta against the guy for years and today you got beat. ABIGAIL Adams would’ve had that story first, and that bitch has been dead almost 200 years.
Big Daddy Drew continues his media-kkake going by making a guest post today. It involves a catfight. You’ll like it because they might kiss! Buy Men With Balls today, or we’ll never do Friday Cheesecake again.
(Saturday night. Lubbock, TX)

Erin: Well, Coach, ya finally got over the hump! How happy are you for your kids? (smiles radiantly)

Mike Leach: Oh, I’m very happy for them, Erin. But you know who the real winner was tonight? Plane geometry. You see, by employing 10-foot splits between the offensive lineman and having Michael Crabtree run nothing but hitch routes, I think the children of the world tonight have finally realized what a vital role spatial targeting plays in this game.
Erin: (bats eyelashes) Tell me more. (more…)