SMACK DAT AZZ
Mmm. Look at that ass. Makes ya wanna…
…yeaaaahhh. Don’t act like you don’t like it.
January 9, 2009
IT’S A HIT
No words; just ‘Freek:
I’LL BE THERE, MA
Tom Joad: I been thinking about us, too, about our people living like pigs and good rich land layin’ fallow. Or maybe one guy with a million acres and a hundred thousand Sooners starvin’. And I been wonderin’ if all our folks got together and yelled…
Ma Joad: Oh, Tommy, they’d drag you out and cut you down just like they done to Stoopsy. You seen the Fiesta Bowl in 2007. And the Orange Bowl in 2005.
Tom Joad: They’d drag me anyways. Stoops, too. Sooner or later they’d get me for one thing if not for another. Until then…
Ma Joad: Tommy, you’re not aimin’ to kill nobody.
Tom Joad: No, just Thom Brennaman. And Mack Brown, maybe. But naw, Ma, not that. That ain’t it. It’s just, well as long as I’m BCS leper anyways… maybe I can do somethin’… maybe I can just find out somethin’, just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that’s wrong and see if they ain’t somethin’ that can be done about it. I ain’t thought it out all clear, Ma. I can’t. I don’t know enough, just like Brett Venables.
Ma Joad: How am I gonna know about ya, Tommy? Why they could kill ya and I’d never know, especially since they can’t get a 4th down straight, much less the facts of a murder. They could hurt ya. You seen what they did to Sam out there! And Jason White? How am I gonna know? (more…)
CURIOUS INDEX, 1/9/08
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Freek gets a fraction of this title. Just for being awesome and having this pre-loaded for a morning when our brain consists of eight randomly firing neurons and a boxing kangaroo hammering away at the controls:
Sunk. Nobody else had held Oklahoma to fewer than 21 points in a half. Florida held them to 14 for the game, picked Bradford twice, and held on two low percentage goal line percentages. Oh look, it’s our good friend Gregg Doyel, just chillin on the metaphorical couch. What say you, Gregg Doyel? This game will be sensational, that’s all I know. But the arrogant assumption that Florida’s defense will be the difference makes me giggle. Because the truth is, the difference really could be Florida’s defense. After it gets its ass kicked by the best offense in college football history. Prescient stuff, especially after you look at this video of Major Wright TOTALLY GETTING OWNED BY MANUEL JOHNSON. DOOD. See the way Johnson went throat-first into the top of Major’s helmet? That’s considered a great insult by some Armenians….and by Johnson’s larynx. Remember: helmet to helmet doesn’t count when it is awesome, or when Ron Cherry is calling the game, because Ron Cherry can get raped by a blimp after calling the bag of ass he called last night. LOOK AT ME I AM CALLING ANOTHER FOUL BECAUSE PRINCESS WANTS ATTENTION. Die, Ron Cherry. [/bigdaddydrew'd!] Ahmad Blackened is the end. This was the exact same route Oklahoma ran for a TD against Texas Tech. It works a lot better when the safety doesn’t drop in like the Phantom, steal your precious diamonds, and leave a white glove behind to mark his territory. SERENITY NOW! A nice bath. Yes, some nice bath salts. I’ll put on some Anita Baker and just let the night wash away. Sweeeeet Loooooooooooooove…
(HT: Dave.) When your defensive coordinator is caught on camera screaming “We’re FUCKED!” after a touchdown, you need more than bubbles and quiet storm to wash that away. We’re thinking industrial solvents and eight Xanax consumed with a tumbler of Johnnie Walker Blue label would help. |
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GLORY
Glory. It is fleeting. It dies almost as soon as it is born, and a moment’s thought can make it evaporate into the cold vapor of the existence. Thus, strike all thought: there are fireworks, and the air, and the irresistible urge to loll in the moment though you know there are flights to catch, work to do, and calls to make.
Forget them all. This is glory. Grab it while you may.
24-14. Florida.
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