This seems like a good day to be wandering around in a slip with a half-finished mint julep, screaming “WHY AREN’T WE HAVIN’ A BABY, BRICK??”

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You wouldn’t like Brian when he’s angry, but we sure do: MGoBlog to nitwit columnist, engage:

From: Brian Cook mgoblog@gmail.com
To: dpoe@newsandsentinel.com
Subject: Attn: twit

I run mgoblog. I will bet you your entire year’s salary that Rich Rodriguez does not get fired after this season. Since you believe it’s “obvious” he will be fired, this is an opportunity for you to make a cool fifty bucks.

We would pay to watch Brian thumb-wrestle this guy for journalistic supremacy, but this’ll be fun too.

All USC personnel travel by unicorn sidecar. Everyone knows this. Adam Rose at LAist details USC’s latest, weirdest legal wrangles:

Watson was arrested at the time on suspicion of driving under the influence. The suit alleges that he had taken as many as seven Vicodin and several Soma pills.
[...]
In an unusual twist, the lawsuit claims that USC was negligent because the university provided the vehicle to Watson and “was aware of or should have been aware of [his] addiction to prescription pain medications.” Valentin further alleges that USC’s own doctors knew about Watson’s addiction and prescribed him with excessive pain medication.

We like the good Doctor’s assessment of this development: “Oh, and you work for USC? This accident keeps getting better and better …”

Might be nothing. Might be napalm. Way, waaay too early to say anything about this with any remote degree of certainty, but as long as it’s out there and we’re all bored at work, yes: there are all kinds of message boards blowing up over an alleged altercation between Tennessee (maybe!) and Kentucky (we think!) football (apparently!) players:

So far, everything is at the rumor level. The most consistent details are that something happened at the Royal Lex on Saturday night and police were involved. Radio stations have reported that a UK player was arrested. But from there, it goes purely into speculation.

Fortunately, “pure speculation” is our most valued offseason currency, so flail away: Did a quarter-century of beatdowns, as certain stalwart Rivals posters are suggesting, finally push some Mildcats to the brink? Did some thuggish ruggish Vawls get fresh with their fair ladies? Have at it.