THE CURIOUS INDEX IS SLEEPY AND DAZED
Hi, the editor of this site here. We're sort of back after a week of babying, or at least four days of babying. Service will still be intermittent on this end, but we're digging out from DER BABYSTURM as quickly as we can. Women are amazing creatures, and newborns are cats with less murderous instincts and an equivalent nap ratio. Thanks to all of you for the well wishes, and mother and baby are both fine and sleeping appropriately.
SOUTH BEND STILL LOOKS LIKE THIS. Dan Rubenstein set the national title game to Apollo 13, and we lost it at Ed Harris' casual thumbs-up to Gary Sinise when Katherine Webb came up on the screen. Sad priest was really just icing on the cake, but watching just snippets of it in a parody reminded us of how fucking lopsided that game was, and how much Notre Dame was annihilated, and we'll just be here licking Nick Saban's tiny boot forever because evidently that's what we all do now.
A MICHIGAN MAN CATFISHES HIMSELF. Dave Brandon,
UNKLE LUKE IS OUTRAGED. He is, but there has to be more to Al Golden yanking a local kid's scholarship, and doing so in an area so contested and crucial to the U's recruiting efforts as South Florida.
BALL OUT WITH THE AEROSTAR. Well, not the Aerostar, but with a minivan and in the hood is how Cal does it with recruiting these days. (And with the right amount of self-conscious irony, you wily Air Raid kids, you.) In other recruiting news, Land Thieves has Barry in his closer pose ready to go on the banner.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART (BUT THE ANSWER IS WAFFLE HOUSE.) The final four in the college football chain restaurant competition are a testament to everything you suspect about college nutrition, i.e. that it is neither nutritious, nor in some cases food. The comments are beyond passionate, and border on murder.
ETC: This captures precisely how we feel about ATLiens, even if we didn't listen to it in Bomani Jones' car.