We’re not sure if the Froghorn comes on the road with TCU, but it should, because it is an trailer with a huge airhorn anthropomorphized with the face of a giant horned frog, and if that ain’t awesome the word just don’t exist, son.

We are sure that we’ll be liveblogging the TCU/Utah game tonight, and that it will be awesome. See you at 8 hyah. In the meantime, maybe you could watch some film, or read a book, since they’re really, really similar according to Les Miles.

You think they’d be happy now with Giggity McRunfirst putting them into the realm of decent, competent football, but nooooooo this is Mississippi, and they fergit nothin’. Like what? Like the fact that this year is the tenth anniversary of Tommy Tuberville, who said he’d leave Ole Miss in a pine box, leaving there very much alive and in an airplane to take the Auburn job.

If you didn’t think this wouldn’t be to the tune of Margaritaville, you are sadly, sadly unfamiliar with contemporary Southern culture.

We’re not really huge fans of the song, but HOLY SHITBALLS LOOK AT THAT BEARD. It’s majestic, and probably gets you two votes in most municipal elections. Also, they have a MySpace page, and it is disturbing.

Welcome to our Factor Five Five Factor Preview of TCU at Utah. A gift from the gods dropped into your lap in the midst of the football week, the matchup between the Horned Frogs and the Utes keeps the winner alive in the token BCS Rogue Bastard slot and sends the loser streaking back to smoking obscurity the second or third spot in the outstandingly competitive Mountain West. who as we like to remind you owns the Pac-10 this year lock, stock, and barrel.

Category one: Nebulous Statistical Comparisons of Dubious Validity. 9 to 0, or the ratio of touchdowns to interceptions thrown by TCU qb Andy Dalton since his return from a knee injury three games ago. Like many a defensively minded coach, Gary Patterson goes run first and stays run first unless he has to, but passing-wise TCU has been as efficient and effective as a good cooler working a rowdy roadside bar.

Dalton prepares the way champions do: covered in canola oil.

They’ll also line up Jeremy Kerley in the shotgun and have him do the Tebow Smash, something that was very effective against BYU in the 32-7 rout of the Cougars. (more…)

Texas backup center Buck Burnette made a large, large mistake by posting a very open, frank, and frankly horrifying comment on his Facebook page. Mack Brown then threw him off the team.

A few things:

1. Note that in the brief Sporting Blog piece, we don’t mention the word, mostly because without the screencap in hand, it’s speculation. This being a less news-ish blog, we can say that we’ve heard it was either the word we substitute “lawya” for, or a word that rhymes with “noon.”

2. If it was the second…holy hell, are today’s young racists having to learn from repeated viewings of Mississippi Burning to pick up the terminology? We grew up with some serious racists, but that’s some low-redneck diction there. If someone says that, we expect them to have cardboard patches taped over holes in the trailer.

3. Buck Burnette is a kid, stupid, young foollish blah blah…but Mack Brown had no choice in the matter. He recruits too many kids of too many colors to have even a second’s tolerance of this, and it would have killed him in recruiting.

By the way, there’s no picture that goes with this post, because a google image search for “racist” is just wrong, wrong, wrong.

No, he did not flip off Florida. He’s itching his nose.

So I was running the Sweaty Wishbone with this Filipina in the back of her car the other day when I thought: this girl has got some fight in her! Just like the Arizona defense. They’re eighteenth in the nation in total defense, and if the vaunted USC defense doesn’t stop Willie Tuitama two weeks ago, we’re talking about them being the dominant unit in the Pac-10, not the Trojans. Whew! The way that girl threw it around I thought we were going to knock the buttery brown skins off those luscious adobo-powered love onions.

God, just thinking about that gets me sweaty and desperate. I’m gonna take care of this in the car where the bank teller can see it. Thank God the boys aren’t here.

PHINEAS! J.! HOGGFATHERRRRRRR!!!

Sorry, I just had to take care of that. I mean, what’s with the Pac-10? It’s a complete muddle, and even USC can’t seem to throw it down like they used to do. I was at a swingers’ party talking to a guy about it, and how we just couldn’t figure it out. (more…)