An artist’s sketch suggests this was how Janoris Jenkins spent at least part of Saturday night.

Someone–most likely a “hater”, as defined under Florida judicial code 34.2.882.43–decided to appropriate Jenkins’ chain without his permission. Haters do this quite often, both because they are jealous of your immense, uncountable wealth, but also because they often make bad decisions because of sleep deprivation. Losing sleep thinking about your constant success with women, your constantly new and fresh clothing, and your stunning ride and its candy paint will dull a person’s ability to choose wisely, but it’s not your fault. One rule about haters as defined under criminal law is that they are in a constant state of hating, and will “be hatin’” 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There’s nothing you can do but keep shinin’.

Or you could try to chase them down, ignore requests from police orders, and get tased by the tasing’est cops in all of Christendom, the Gainesville police department.

The officer then drew out a Taser and told the group stop. At that point, Jenkins hit another person in the head, police reported…Jenkins was hit with one cycle from the Taser, but afterward he stood up and ran away…Police said Jenkins admitted he was fighting with the others because he thought they were trying to steal his chain, according to the report.

Jenkins, one of Florida’s starting corners, earns three points in the Fulmer Cup for the two misdemeanor charges (affray, resisting arrest) and one bonus point for being a dumbass while on scholarship at our alma mater. We’re this close to appropriating the U gesture for ourselves, and lack only a solid cocaine-based arrest to fully dethroning the U of the 1990s as Thug U. Rick Reilly should be recycling that old line from his piece on Oklahoma any day now.

In the Big Ten, the shit will hit the fan on Saturday night as a classic nexus of Big Ten football, Brent Musburger, and wholesome, sausage-downing fandom meet in Happy Valley as Penn State hosts the undefeated Ohio State Buckeyes.

And if you do plan on attending the game, please note that big games at Penn State tend to have a laxative effect on fans, and that you may be hard up for a place to deposit the angry, glowing bolus of processed sausage and potato salad you’re carrying around in your bowels like five pounds of spare change.

“The number of comfort stations being provided currently is woefully inadequate from a health and safety standpoint,” Brumbaugh’s letter says. “The handful of comfort stations in the parking lots are, quite literally, full and overflowing with human waste creating untold potential health and safety problems for PSU football patrons and, ultimately, the general public.”

(We blame heavy, hearty Midwestern fare for the problem–it’s painful enough when your intestines grab the wheel, but the mandate becomes even more urgent when you’ve got a solid two pounds of brats, potatoes, and casserole blowing through the tollbooth without paying. Barbecue and chips at least stops you up until a bitter, teary fight-crap the following morning.)

The myth of overflowing styrofoam coolers at Ohio State tailgates remains that: a myth. (Albeit, one we heartily support, since it is funny, and should therefore be true. It’s rollin’!) This, however, is a documented public health and sanitation crisis, with 100,000 tailgaters relying on a paltry 339 portable toilets for relief. The recommended number for a crowd of this size is 957, meaning that refugee camps in Chad could, theoretically, have better shit logistics than Penn State on gameday.

And big games really do seem to intensify the problem: while the average gameday sees 7,000 gallons of blue-brownish cloacal goo pumped from the premises, this year’s Notre Dame game saw 18,000 gallons of shit punch taken off site. (We’ll beat you to it. Charlie Weis was not the sole reason for the jump, and don’t even try to suggest it.) We can only imagine that the combination of college football’s two fecal superpowers–one mythic, one documented–could result in a turdocaust of rogue wave proportions.

HT: Senator Blutarsky.

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That out of the way…we have Florida points to report, though not so many as previously thought. Last night the student newspaper of the University of Florida, The Alligator, reported that five players were arrested attempting to steal a beer keg from a student in the Cabana Beach Apartments.

(Cabana Beach Apartments should not fool you with its name: it no more resembles tropical paradise than Camelot Apartments resembles the mythical home of King Arthur. Most apartment complexes in Gainesville have hyperbolic bullshit names like this. We’ll respect the one that just comes out and calls itself “Drywall Claptrap Where Your Sex Life Is Your Neighbors’, Too.”)

The details, from Carl Hiaasen’s student newspaper:

On Saturday, a UF student was taking kegs out of his truck when the men approached him. One 6-foot-4, 280-pound man attempted to steal his keg, cutting his neck in the process, according to the report. The cut was 5 to 6 inches long, the report states, and it appeared to be the result of a fingernail or ring.

The other four players on the scene restrained the attacker, who then broke away and assaulted the student again, slamming him into his truck, according to the report.

The Alligator changed its headline overnight, since the incident came out as one player demonstrating assholishness beyond reason restrained by four players who clearly failed in their goal of not ending up in the paper. This is, by the way, the only paper reporting the story.

Nevertheless…

One count of robbery= 3 points.
Two definite accounts of assault=4 points
One bonus point for fucking up at our university=1 point

That’s eight points right there, a substantial sum placing Florida well within striking distance of Illinois’ once impregnable lead. The charges, though, may not even stand. For shame’s sake, though, we award them in hope that our climb up the rankings will push Urban Meyer to do something, anything positive in the way of disciplining a football player for anything.

On the upside…at least he didn’t throw it after he stole it.