WE'RE PSYCHIC! But not accurate in the least, since we a.) did predict Petrino's firing, and b.) were off by an entire day. We did get the "around six p.m." thing right, since nothing in Arkansas is ever done before 5 p.m. Central.
This week Jason gets an "assistant," Les Miles appears as a Mexi-hipster bandito bent on destruction but unable to cross an important yard line, we do a really shitty Barry Switzer imitation while wearing a Houston Astros jacket, and we examine the careful semantic divide generated by varying win totals. Your ten-win team just enjoys marijuana as a method of recovering from the physical and psychological stresses of being an top flight college athlete, while your two win team is laden with unmotivated thugs hooked on demon reefer.
Breakout Shutdown Fullback theater--"Petrino's Last Laugh"--is after the jump.
FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!