Way off topic, from the It’s The Offseason And We Are So Bored We Will Post Pretty Much Anything RCR Sends Us Department: Louisiana man finds African wildcat in backyard.

He took it water, then slices of American cheese, then pieces of turkey wing.

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He guessed that the cat’s relatively calm demeanor meant it was someone’s pet: “If it had been aggressive, it would have had my butt.”

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“They told me to go back inside because the cat, you know, might have other options,” he said.

Area residents were, of course, unfazed:

Proving once again that Louisiana lives larger than anywhere else in God’s green America, and that we are all poorer for it.

Missouri’s Secret Shame, Volleyball Mascot: Miz Meow!

The Missouri Tigers went from the proverbial driver’s seat to riding in the bed of the pickup truck in three horrific hours on Saturday night. It’s tough medicine, to be sure, but it’s also no time for crying. No one wants to hear you whine about being left out of the BCS, Missouri. Your football program has been a joke for as long as we can remember and one good season does not afford you the respect you think you’re entitled to. This was a good season for you, so let’s not leave on bad terms. You were the #1 team in the country and had a chance to avenge your only loss of the season. You got an opportunity to show the nation that you were for real — and you blew it in spectacular fashion. Oklahoma pistol-whipped you, as evidenced by this animated drive chart . The Sooners used your carcass to convince me that they may actually be the best team in the country right now, so let this be a learning experience for your entire beleaguered state. If you want to be known for more than meth production and excessive Christianity, then I suggest you take a few plays off, look at what you’ve accomplished, and focus on beating a Nuttless Arkansas in the Cotton Bowl. Godspeed!

Keeping with our women of univision theme for the year, here you go… and GO GATORS!!!

Ever watched a marathon on television? It usually ends with two runners, one of whom is almost certainly Kenyan, ripping off five minute paces at the 24 mile mark. (Watch it sometime–it makes your lungs sear a little just watching it.) Then, at one unspoken moment, the one who has more gas in the tank just looks back, makes a decision, and then suddenly goes faster despite having just run those 24 miles. The other person doesn’t exactly give up, but a visible spirit-crushing shudder goes through them as the recede into the distance.

In the third quarter of a potential shootout last night, that’s precisely what West Virginia did to Pitt: Catch me, motherfucker. Pitt had one half of disciplined run D in them, and once White started reading and running, the outcome played out like twisted math for Pitt. He looked like Woody Dantzler on crank last night, running for 200 and passing for 200 on a defense reduced to near tears by the last dregs of the fourth quarter.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Pat White also mocked Pitt’s lame, piped-in roar on camera. You deserve it, Pitt, for using the lamest tricks of a.m. drive-time radio to pump up your crowd. Unless you play that clip of Don King saying “Testicles are acceptable” that they use all the time on 790 here in Atlanta. That shit is always funny.