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.)

We will be liveblogging tonight for the Fiesta Bowl, and request two or three readers willing to help serve as comment police. Hey, on a related note…Jim Delany! How the world’s ass taste?

“What about Ohio State 2, Texas 0?” he said in a telephone interview. “I’d be happy with that. I’m just looking for a win.

On a totally unrelated note, here’s a public service announcement as required by no one:

The ten things to watch for are here. Peter will join us as his emotional stability allows.

Talk to you then.

We’ll be drinking champizzle for the EDSBS Live! Alcoholocast. We recommend you join us on Talkshoe…

…and then watch as we haphazardly employ the rules of the Holiday Bowl drinking game to disastrous effect. As commenters have pointed out, if we drink every time someone scores, we could be speaking with Dylan Thomas directly and personally by halftime. Either way nothing’s going gently into that good night with this game.

Hear you then.

The brave new world of EDSBS Live on talkshoe begins tonight. Click below to listen at 9:00 as we boldly trainwreck our way through the process.

Hear you tonight, provided our morbid fear of competently managing an online radio show doesn’t overcome us once again.

(PS. We’re scientific, even in our torture of others.)

EDSBS LIVE! is on for 9:00 p.m. Peter will…well, Peter will freak out like Franke Potente in Run Lola Run once he gets going about Texas and the BCS.

Come hear the carnage here tonight. We’ll hear you then.

Ladies and gentlemen, there is all the sex you want over at the EDSBS Champagne Room. It’s like Twitter in that it’s a place to drop links, tips, and chat in 150 character bursts with the fellow members of the commentariat. Unlike Twitter, it could be very, very useful if you happen to like football and only football in this bitter hammer fight of a world of ours.

Also, don’t believe what you hear: there’s all the sex you can handle in the Champagne room. Just register, login, and WHAMMO. Sex. We promise. And now, the obligatory clip to accompany such an announcement.

It’s yours. Fuck it up, kids.

EDSBS Live returns! Listen here as we decide what the narrative will be for this year, summed up nicely in our patented (not quite) four questions below.

1. What is the best stolen storyline for your team this year? For Florida, this would be the exact storyline of the first 45 minutes of Blow: new comers improve our coverage, apply pressure to the opposition, and then make magic happen resulting in gold-lame speedo victory and beachside mansions in Mexico.

Just like that, but with Tim Tebow instead of Pervy McFondles there.

2. What is the worst stolen storyline for your team this year? The remainder of Blow. Newcomers, after initial success, spiral out of control on their own cockiness and end up in football lockdown.

3. If you could wish one storyline on another team……it would be Texas Tech reading the script of Yellowbeard all season long, with the Red Raiders taking us all on a half-cuddle, half-rape on the way to a national championship. Mike Leach with burning hair twists would be boss, too.

4. The plotline of your life was stolen from……a Wes Anderson movie. There’s strange doctors, a rapidly changing array of vocations, an odd lack of demonstrated emotion between family members, a decent but too coy soundtrack, and garbageloads of unnecessary allusions.

Talk to you tonight through a cold medicine-induced haze. (Seriously: tonight we really will be on that purple drank, but strictly for medicinal purposes.)

Percy Harvin: Grounded for spring.

Due to some overdue columnage for The Sporting News, we’re putting the Curious Index off for a bit. In the meantime, Jim from Conquest Chronicles explains a bit about why Percy Harvin may be capable of only running 4.6 forties these days. Enjoy.

Mum has been the word as to what Percy Harvin had been suffering from that required Heel surgery.

I can only speculate, but in talking to a couple of Foot and Ankle specialists here in NYC the preliminary thought is Plantar Fasciitis possibly causing a nagging heel spur. The former will always come before the latter.

From Foot.com

The heel bone is the largest bone in the foot and absorbs the most amount of shock and pressure. A heel spur develops as an abnormal growth of the heel bone. Calcium deposits form when the plantar fascia pulls away from the heel area, causing a bony protrusion, or heel spur to develop.

The plantar fascia is a broad band of fibrous tissue located along the bottom surface of the foot that runs from the heel to the forefoot. (more…)