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Link to listen is here; link to chat is here. It is a balla convention with free admission, but you have to bring your own bottle. See you at 9:00 p.m. EST, Bravehearts.

EDSBS Live! On tonight at 9:00 pm with Messrs. Bean and Swindle. Cocktail up!

The chat link is here. If the above doesn’t work, go here to listen. Now get to pouring, and we’ll talk at you at nine.

Every week Chris Brown from Smart Football takes your questions here about football and football-related game theory. This week, he explains precisely how Virginia Tech turned Miami 2009 into Miami 2008 for four quarters last weekend. Submit your questions for Chris at twitter.com/edsbs, your source for football chicanery and zombie law links since 2008. Enjoy.

I didn’t get to watch the Miami-Virginia Tech game until after I already knew the outcome — I had been at another game at the same time, and was as surprised as anyone that Virginia Tech could score thirty-one, and even more than Miami managed a meager seven. But I can honestly say that I had more fun watching this game on replay, already knowing the outcome, than anything I’ve watched this year.

That might come as a surprise considering I just did an extensive breakdown of Miami’s (previously) vaunted pass offense, have family members who are diehard Canes fans, and still think Jacory Harris is one of the most entertaining players in the country. But you have to love what Bud Foster and Frank Beamer were able to do with Virginia Tech. (more…)

It’s fantastic that Stafon Johnson is now awake, signalling and communicating with his family, and faces a good prognosis for recovery after dropping a 275 pound weight on his neck in the USC weight room. For reference’s sake, that is a bulgy Phil Fulmer’s worth, a slimmed-down Friedgen, or Mark Dantonio after he’s swallowed his daily intake of pure leaden buckshot. (Vitamin buckshot: keeps you grounded, regular, and grim like Mark Dantonio should be.)

Happy thoughts to him, especially since he may now tell people for the rest of his life that he survived a potentially life-threatening incident “because of his muscular frame.” Yeah, baby. The pack of wolves would have gotten me, and did in fact bite half my penis off, but they died from bloat due to the huge meal. Thank god for garden hose caddies.

EDSBS Live goes late night tonight at 10 p.m. for a special late night edition. Why late night? Because we’ll be in Roswell interviewing birth coaches in the SWATS slangin’ that snow like we was Frosty in a blizzard. Hate the game, not the hustle, playa. Talk to you then.

[UPDATE] Showtime! Listen here; chat here.

Rejoice.

Peter and ourselves, after long hiatuses due to work, putting together Maple Street Guides, building our own stunt biplanes with nothing more than materials scrounged from old car parts and lego kits, and the responsibilities of being two of America’s most in-demand male escorts, have decided to resurrect EDSBS Live. The short-notice test drive will occur tonight at 9:00 p.m. EDT, will consist of Peter and Orson clearing their throats, talking over each other, and giggling uncontrollably. In other words: a usual show of EDSBS Live.

Future installments will settle back in for their usual spot at Tuesday, 9:00 p.m. The listening widget and link will be posted here as the final post of the day. Hit the liquor store, because cocktail hour returns with a vengeance tonight.

That there is the information for tonight’s episode of EDSBS Live, coming to you tonight for the first time from Swindle Manor, whose wireless capabilities are now so fearsome we can cook eggs without an open flame by simply standing with a freshly cracked morning fryer in a skillet set two feet from our router.

The four questions for the night (Back after a hiatus of only about a year or so:)

1. Your offseason proxy sport. The mistress to college football. Or, less complementarily, the piece on the side good for a Wednesday night beer run/slap ‘n tickle session of your sporting world.

2. Entertaining question for your team that will keep your brain occupied sufficiently for the next 2-3 months. For instance: we’ll spend the offseason wondering at the emergence of Omar Hunter at defensive tackle, and pray he doesn’t injure himself squatting whole dormitories during training sessions.

3. Book we need to all read (since we have time.) A cheap ploy to build a reading list, but we’ll take them where we can get them. Once we get be-Kindled, the eyeball buffet will commence.

4. One extremely premature prediction for 2009 (football-wise.) That Ole Miss wins the SEC West thanks to Jevan Snead and the year-two phenomenon. Also because we want a rematch, you Giggitards.

Talk to you tonight at 9 p.m. EST.

Andy Staples, recruiting, 8:00 p.m. EDT. Hear you then.

If you should need some reading in the meantime, let us recommend both Mottram’s fine survey of the media types at the Super Bowl–including luscious Latinas in tight pants, you bunda-whores–and this fine review of a book on Playboy’s evolving centerfolds featuring the phrase “biteable bottoms and breasts,” but in an intellectual way, yo.

While we’re admitting things we got completely and totally wrong, let’s own up to this: we had a horrendous season picking bowl games, meaning we owe Peter Bean one plane ticket to Las Vegas for him besting us in the bowl challenge. Join us for EDSBS Live! tonight to hear him rub the only real vengeance he can have on someone whose team just won an SEC and BCS title in our huge, pie-shaped face.

It’s all too beautiful.

(Holly, of course.)