Everyday Should Be Saturday

November 8, 2009

EDSBS THE MAGAZINE | VOL. 2 ISSUE 10

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September 17, 2009

STEFANO FROM MIAMI WOULD LIKE TO ADDRESS THE CROWD

Music blasts at ProPlayer Stadium. The score 33-17 glows on the board. Bats circle the floodlights.

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Stefano sings along with the PA music.

We at the Ro-tel, Motel, Holiday Bin!
We at a no tell, coat tail, all the way fin!

I fuckin’ love that song. Brah, you tried to deny the U! You tried! (more…)

August 6, 2009

CURIOUS INDEX, 8/6/09


For lack of a better term, we’re calling this the “Kiffin Effect.” Pop quiz, hotshot: Coming off a 4-8 season and a 45-0 vivisectioning by your big in-state rival in which you netted all of 37 yards, what do you do? What do you do? Evidently, this:

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Houston Nutt phoned in just now to say he has sucked it, as a matter of fact, and the Delicious Creamsicle of Immediate In-State Superiority was everything he thought it could be.

The pressure of being the preseason #1 for the Fulmer Cup must’ve gotten to them. I know all you EDSBS regulars have been waiting with bated breath for the first time I’d make a blatant plug for my dear Georgia Bulldogs, and here it is: For what feels like the first time since I was an naive, apple-cheeked freshman, the Dawgs have gone an entire offseason without a single player getting arrested. One hundred law-abiding cocktails to all of you, gentlemen! By contrast, the Dawgs’ season-opening opponent, Oklahoma State, won’t be suspending two offensive players arrested for pot possession in June. Note to Mike Gundy: If you’re going up against Georgia and you’re the one that looks slack on player discipline, there may be a problem. Unfortunately for the Dawgs, that righteous indignation plus two bucks will get Willie Martinez a grande Pike Place roast at Starbucks.

Your “Suddenly My Problems Seem Pretty Minor” moment of the day. The Tulsa World profiles Tulsa QB G.J. Kinne, whose dad, a high-school coach in Texas, was shot to death by the angry parent of a player four years ago. By contrast, I’ve spent most of the past 24 hours raging at having shattered the screen on my iPhone, and officially consider myself humbled.

We have met the enemy, and he is Tony Franklin. I mean us. We knew the Auburn coaching staff was a wee bit divided during last year’s 5-7 debacle, but evidently so were the players. Why was that, you think?

“The offense had their problems and some guys started hanging their heads – just stuff of that sort,” said defensive end Antonio Coleman. “That led to a 5-7 season. It was just the little things that led to seven losses. Coach Chizik came in and corrected that; and all the guys have their heads up.”

Yeah, it was just the little things — you know, division, not having any semblance of an offense, that sort of thing. You drop off by a few hundred yards here and there, pretty soon you’re going 5-7. It happens.

Hasn’t Detroit suffered enough? With the cash-strapped Big Three automakers pulling their sponsorship of the Motor City Bowl, Little Caesar’s Pizza may be stepping into the void, meaning “We’re gonna probably be known as the Little Caesar’s Pizza, Pizza Bowl,” according to bowl co-founder George Perles. As a Birmingham resident and much-put-upon supporter of the Papajohns.com Bowl, I have but one thing to say: YOU BASTARDS. Can’t you just let us have this?!?

It beat out other mottos including “Bereft,” “Unfulfilled,” and “Empty-Feeling.” Ole Miss’s team motto going into 2009: “Unsatisfied,” taking a commanding lead in the Most Depressing Team Motto of All Time competition. Tip: If it sounds like something you’d circle on a restaurant comment card after a particularly disappointing meal, it probably shouldn’t be your team motto.

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The anthem to which the Rebels will be charging into Vaught-Hemingway in ‘09.

Failure to plan means planning to fail. As for the Early Bird Award for Most Absurdly Diligent Scheduling, Oklahoma and Army have won that one in a runaway by agreeing on a home-and-home — in 2018 and 2020. Congratulations, Black Knights, on being the first D-IA program to earn a guaranteed loss in a season that won’t even begin for another nine years.

Now, you go back to doing something latently homoerotic, all right? We’ve already posted Still Life With Shirtless, Oiled Football Players and Lamborghini, the curious poster Tennessee is using to arouse . . . uh, interest in the 2009 season, or something; turns out there’s a “making of” video. Go click the link yourselves, pervs, we’re not posting that nonsense here.

File under “Up, Nowhere to Go But.” UCF offensive coordinator Charlie Taaffe is “pleased” with the improvement his team has shown heading into ‘09. Considering that the Golden Knights finished 120th out of 120 in DI-A in both total yardage and first downs, the fact that there has been improvement at all is probably reasonable grounds for pleased-ness.

Twelve-pack? Better go ahead and make that a case. Scott Wolf compiles every single college football game that will be on TV opening weekend. If you can look at this and not devise a way to remain laid out on your coach from noon straight through midnight on September 5, you’re not really trying.

August 3, 2009

CURIOUS INDEX, 8/3/2009



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I’m Richie Cunningham, and this is my lovely wife Oprah. Allow myself to introduce . . . myself: I’m Doug Gillett, proprietor of Hey Jenny Slater, occasional contributor to Dr. Saturday, and jet-setting international jewel thief; along with the lovely Holly — fellow Doc Saturday contributor, EDSBS associate editor, and L.A. Times Kitten With A Whip Award winner three years running — I’ll be gingerly manning the controls of this blog for the next week and trying like hell not to wrap it around the very first tree I come across. As a gesture of goodwill, I hereby promise to be at least 70-75% as funny as Orson at all times; if you’d like to send me tips, love/hate mail, or grainy boob shots, shoot them to heyjennyslater.blog at gmail.

You call it a “low bar”; we call it “reasonable goals.” UCLA linebacker Reggie Carter is happy with the play of redshirt-freshman QB Kevin Prince in spring practice, as evidenced by this glowing praise:

“He doesn’t move around a lot and he doesn’t flinch,” Carter said. “He stays in the pocket and he makes the right decision. If it’s there, he throws it, if it’s not, he keeps it. That’s all I need. I don’t want him to throw the ball to other people. As long as somebody on our team has the ball, I’m happy.”

Even the venerable Los Angeles Times can’t resist snarking off a bit at this comment, but there’s a marketing opportunity here for UCLA if they want it: Give out “STOP FLINCHIN’” T-shirts at games and make that the theme of the 2009 season. It’ll become the must-have wannabe-gangsta accessory in SoCal within days.

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“Is this heaven?” “No. It’s Waco.” The buzz is slightly, uh, buzzier in central Texas, where Baylor fans are being treated not only to non-backhanded, genuinely optimistic projections for their football team this year but also to the delicious catnip no true CFB fan can resist: NEW UNIFORMS! Oh, to be in Waco, now that new unis and realistic bowl expectations are here!

He’s so laid-back, it’s intense, man. Things are equally sunny in Ames, Iowa, where first-year head coach Paul Rhoads “has transformed the button-down, strait-laced approach favored by Chizik and embraced a more relaxed, high-energy style.” That seems like a bit of a tightrope walk there, and we have no idea how Rhoads is managing it, but either way he already seems to be more invested in the Cyclone program than Chizik, who, to hear his former players tell it, was frequently “relaxed” to the point of complete apathy. In other news, Rhoads says that teaching his “single-wing pro-style spread offense” has been a challenge, but that he’s still trying to maintain an “intensely involved, hands-off” relationship with his players.

The University of Arizona: Slightly less desirable than a nut house. Accusations of having an “inferiority complex” get lobbed at places like Auburn and Michigan State and Georgia Tech all the time, but take heart, kids — at least your alma maters weren’t literally a consolation prize. According to the U of A’s student paper:

“The University of Arizona didn’t start out in a traditional fashion,” said Theodore Gatchell, an aerospace engineering junior and campus ambassador.

Gatchell explained that the UA was born in Tucson in 1885 only because the Tucson representative of the Arizona Territorial legislature showed up late to a meeting.

“The city of Tucson had hoped to receive the appropriation for the state’s mental hospital, which ended up going to Phoenix,” Gatchell said.

The town was so mad that it got stuck with the university, that the Tucson representative to the Arizona Legislature was greeted with a barrage of rotten fruit on his return home.

Ouch! Tucsonians, take a lesson from the city of Tempe, which was faced with similar disappointment. They were chosen as the home of Arizona State University even though what they really wanted was Arizona’s first legal brothel, but they managed to make it work for them, and in the end they got both.

I’M A MAN! I’M 220!!! Okie State QB Zac Robinson is bigger, more muscular, and more option-y heading into the 2009 season, says coach Mike Gundy. Other than kicking a puppy, Bobby Reid had no comment on these developments.

No, dammit, we want CONFLICT! Colt McCoy and Sam Bradford are friends. Yeah, that’s real great for them and everything, but kinda anticlimactic, no? When one of them is caught banging the other’s girlfriend, call us.

July 27, 2009

MATT STAFFORD WOULD LIKE A HAT IN SIZE SEXTRA LARGE

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This photo is slightly old cheese, but we’d like to note one thing here: while the rest of you were gawking at Stafford’s harem, you may not have noticed the hat. The tremendous, pillbox-sized cloth igloo sitting backwards on his head, a hat large enough to bathe a toddler in should you need to, a noggin cozy so tremendous that holding it out a car window would likely flip anything but the sturdiest of automobiles. We’ve only seen Stafford sans chapeau a few times, but if his head really is that huge, then he’s worth 15 yards per play in the NFL already, as any waving of the arms by defenders within ten yards will result in a roughing the passer penalty. That’s a $41.7 million planetoid with its own atmosphere; should Stafford ever be ejected into the cold depths of space, he could survive for three days on his own supply of rich oxygen surrounding his skull.

Summarized: his head is huge. He seems to be doing well, though, for someone whose progeny would easily split a birthing mother in two.

July 2, 2009

A GOOD DAY IS TWO LICENSE PLATE POSTS

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“Dear, why is that gentleman waving a gun at us?”

“No idea. Perhaps he’s trying to indicate his fervent support for gun rights, dear.”

“Why is he screaming about the gays?”

“No clue, honey. Wait: have you considered that maybe he’s a Gamecock fan, too, and has recognized us as fellow Cocklovers?”

“Maybe he is! Let’s let him know we’re fans, too!”

[rolls down window]

“Hey! We love the Cocks too!”

[/gunshots, screaming from other car.]

“Yup. He’s definitely one of us, honey!”

“I’ll get our gun out of the glove compartment so we can fire ours in the air, too, and celebrate Gamecock-style on the highway!”

“WOOOOO!!!!”

[/more gunshots]

(HT: Streyeder.)

June 17, 2009

HI, I’M MACK BROWN. WOULD YOU LIKE A UNICORN TO SIT ON?

Hello, I’m Mack Brown, the head football coach for the greatest football program in the world, the Texas Longhorns. You might have read that we made $24 million more than our closest rival in the Big 12 in 2008, and I just want to address a few concerns.

Oh, this?

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Just pure 24 karat gold leaf. We had it done in platinum first, but it didn’t match Colt’s eyes, and he couldn’t handle that. You get down to it, and that rough Texas boy’s downright lady-vain, you know?

I can leave you with it for a moment if you like, but we’ve got eight more just like it, you know. Hook ‘em! Hey, have you met the talking brain of Einstein in a jar? It’s right over here next to this basket of pickled basilisk eyes. They’re $12K a piece, but you’ve never tasted anything like ‘em…

March 3, 2009

FULMER CUP: OKLAHOMA LINEBACKER BLITZES THROUGH THE P GAP

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Pissing outside is great. If you really want to make a woman jealous, just pee outside in front of her. She’ll likely say, AHHHHHHH WHO ARE YOU I’M CALLING THE COPS. But underneath the skeeved-out fright and cloud of pepper spray, what she’s really trying to say is “Gee, I wish I could pee outside like that. It would be so much more convenient than what we have to do! And my, I’m so impressed I’m not going to press charges!”

Austin Box, Oklahoma linebacker and redshirt freshman, had at least one admiring witness to his display of male urinary superiority: an officer of the Norman PD. Box was cited for the rather dramatic charge of “outraging public decency.” Whether public urination is included in this umbrella charge or if Box had “FUCK YOUR GOD AND YOUR WHORE MOTHER” written in bold letters on his penis is unknown, but it earns one point for Oklahoma in the Fulmer Cup.

February 20, 2009

ALL I SAW WAS THE CORN

Hurr hurr Nebraska corn joke hurr. Nebraska’s stadium gets faincy and we make obvious jokes at its expense. Honestly, though, they’re doing it to themselves with terms like HuskerVision, which immediately calls up the red-filmed camera work in the American cinema classic Children of the Corn 2.

More to the point, this is reason to take time out in your cubicle and enjoy these bits of COTC 2, which was astutely subtitled ‘The Final Sacrifice” and followed by five more sequels.

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