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This installment: customized reactions to Bret Bielema discussing Urban Meyer's "illegal" recruiting techniques.
BIG TEN MEMBERS OUTSIDE OF MICHIGAN OR OHIO STATE, AND MOST ESPECIALLY WISCONSIN AND MICHIGAN STATE FANS.
Of all the things this league was founded on, let us remind each other of our primary pillar of common union: respect. The Big Ten was founded on the basis of respect, both for each other as member institutions, but also for the way of life reflected by the member institutions themselves. These member institutions each derive their values from their communities, hardworking and honest places infused with Midwestern values.
We believe those Midwestern values endure today in the work this conference does both in the classroom, and on the field. Sure, it might behoove us to cut corners on the field, and to disrespect our partner institutions by violating some of the grand unwritten traditions of this conference. Some conferences have a three day media extravaganza, while we have ours in a single day of hurried mumbling. Some conferences play their games at night under lights, while we prefer the rolling gray skies of November to light our contests. Some conferences will sacrifice everything for football success, even at the cost of funneling funds otherwise earmarked to educate their worm-ridden, illiterate children and pushing it instead to a newer, bigger weight room or facility for their football program.
Some conferences are full of racist assholes who are not smart. We would never name names. That's just not something we believe in, or ever will.
It's not that we are better than other conferences. It's that our values are better, both in that we have them, and that we can cite them from thin air when needed because no one ever writes them down. This allows us to feel superior no matter what happens on the football field, and even if we have absolutely no understanding of the situation at hand, or its details, or even what the rule may or may not be.
The Big Ten is about respect. And one school won't change that, even if that school happens to be our biggest market, most successful team, and the most visible representative of our conference on many fronts. We are gentlemen. Gentlemen who abide by gentlemen's rules. You either understand this, or you do not.
If you're from Big Ten country, you probably understand this from birth, because being born somewhere imparts certain things from the virtue molecules in the dirt or something we don't know you should really edit this part before we send it out Jesus writing this crap is tiring but they eat it up like so much cheese dip sprayed from a firehose.
Big Ten Commissioner.
OHIO STATE FANS
I dunno. What do you think, Urb?
THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES GRAB THAT URB-CRANK AND GIVE IT A TUG. Maybe you'll get some divine inspiration from touching the lingam of Recruiting Ram himself. Maybe you'll learn how to shut the door on TCU in a bowl game. Maybe you'll find another fatass running back three tortilla chips and a Mountain Dew Red from diabetes. Scratch that: YOU ARE TOTALLY GOING TO FIND ANOTHER FATASS RUNNING BACK THREE CHIPS AND A CODE RED AWAY FROM DIABETES.
That's okay, because Urban doesn't want your running backs. He wants your heart. Mostly because he needs a new valve or something, but that doesn't matter because Urban is out-recruiting you with a baboon's heart he got on loan from a Dayton organ bank. It's only gonna get worse when he gets a real human heart in there, Bret. I'd wash the sand out of your penis wrinkles and get to work.
I said penis wrinkles because vagina is sexist, and anatomically inaccurate. Much respect from Buckeye nation to vaginas. They gave us life, and help us recruit awesome athletes, and since that includes Greg Oden I think the toughness of vaginas can't really be an issue here. You can't spell "Ohio" without two of them on either end, so shouts out to the big V. All love from C-bus, baby.
But a "Gentleman's agreement?" You want some gentleman's agreements? Here's one. DON'T RUN UP EIGHTY ON INDIANA AND THEN COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING A GENTLEMAN. How's that to start? Don't lose when Kirk Cousins throws up a prayer and your DBs are so unathletic they sit and wave like toddlers hankering after gummi bears on the shelf while the other dude brings it down. How about not going for two when you're up by seventy million points? How about something for that rosacea? Or try not falling asleep after drinking a 12 pack naked in the tanning bed FOR THE SEVENTH MONTH IN A ROW.
I have a list of other gentleman's agreements. It's pretty thorough. You'll hate it.
- Not calling someone in an elevator or car out on a fart. Every time, bro. I will keep it real and let the world know about your ass-crime. But you probably just want me to be quiet, Bret. I'm no willing accomplice to evil, Bret. SILENCE KILLS.
Played pickup at the Y yesterday and some prick had the audacity to end the game on a bank 3 without calling it. There are laws of God and laws of man but this is way more serious than either of those. I sat in the middle of the court with the next set of games going on around me until the big chick at the front desk threatened to revoke my membership. If you don't take the little things seriously, you might as well live in Wisconsin.
- I had an agreement with Vizio when I bought that sweet flatty that I'd never need another TV the rest of my life and now, 3 years later, there are 3D TVs? Fuck you, Vizio. I thought we had a verbal contract.
I'm not supposed to move in on your girl, but there she is in sweatpants drunk off a sixer watching House Hunters International and crying alone on a Friday night while you're out shooting pool? Sorry. A gentleman would have done whatever I did to your girlfriend. (Everything. You're a lucky guy.)
By the way, the day you find a way to pitch Seasonal Affective Disorder and DUI as a recruiting bonus, you're so golden, bro. You go have fun in your little MAC expansion league with Danny Hope. We'll be pulling this boat with our teeth while you sit on the Lido Deck and punch Indiana in the balls to feel better about being a pitiful guest on our boat, The S.S. Big Ten Is Owned By Urban Meyer's Mind-Dick With Woody Hayes Pissed-Off Hellghost Pushing.
But at least the bar's open, Bret. Wisconsin's undefeated there, I hear.
AN ALABAMA FAN REACTION
OH BUTTHURT NASHNUL CHAMPYUNSHIP, PAWWWWLLLLLLL11111!!!!!
WE KILT URBAN FIRST
THEN HE GOT THE MONKEY HART
AND NOW HE'S TORCHURIN' SLOWASS BIG TEYUN COACHES WITH SABAN'S WAYS WHAT HE LARNED FROM ASSWHOOPIN HE TOOK FROM OUR MIDGET GENIUS
THE CIRCUL ARE COMPLETE
WE DONE BEAT THE ESS EE SEE FURST
AND NOW THE BIG TEYUNN WITH SABAN ZOMBIE MONKEY HART MEYER
THIS LEAGUE AIN'T BIG NUFF FOR US PAWWWLLLL
WE OWN 'EM ALLLL PAWLLLl
WE GONNNA PUT SABAN ACOLYTES IN ALL THA LEEGUS
THE MOUTIN' WORST GONE HAVE LESS MILES
THE WACK 12 GONE GET GENE CHIZBITCH
ACC AIN'T FOOTBALL NEER MIND
BIG EAST DON'T EXIST NEER MIND
BIG TWELVE ALRETT GOT THE SACK BROWN
WOOOOO TEABAG JOKES ROLL TIDE
SURRIOUSLY OFFICER STOP HATIN'
AIN'T NO LAW GAINST BURNING DOWN AN ORPHANAGE JUST CAUSE IT GOT AUBURN COLORS ON IT
IT GOTTA BURN
FOR THE BEAR
FOR ELI GOLD NARRATING MY SEX LIFE