We’re running a smidge behind this morning. It would be nice to say that this was because we were out early voting like a true American. So we’ll just say it was just that, and not the fact we were up drinking beer and watching sixties horror-porn at the Highland Inn with the Fringe Factory. Yes. It was early voting.
Like a tractor beam, it draws us in: this is not a political blog, and we guard the comments with a monofilament whip and hot iron, ready to flail at the slightest foray into the extremely thorough short course in failed rhetoric and claptrapped thought that is any political argument on the internet. If you’d like to display your ability to unthink, please, do it somewhere else.
Jim Tressel was asked about whether the inclusion of Terrelle Pryor at all limited what the Buckeyes could do on offense. The answer, presumably a simple one, instead revealed the soul of a man who both knows his limitations but embraces them as strengths.
“I’m not looking to have the biggest package in the world,” Tressel said. “I’m looking to have the most effective one. Give enough so you apply pressure to the preparation of the defense, but do it well enough so that you’re really applying pressure.”
An assassin like me only needs a dagger, baby.
Remember: winning the Tressel Way means using the most effective package, not the biggest, meaning he never really thought Santonio Holmes was that essential to the offense, and that he’s talking about football…but could be talking about his penis at the same time.
Your open thread for the fabulous Pitt/USF/Oregon State/Utah hath arrived. Get in the mood by observing a feral Jim Leavitt in his element doing what he does best: scaring the hell out of everyone within several square miles of him.
We’re filling in for Shanoff tomorrow over at the Sporting Blog, so we have to be up at the asscrack of dawn to file. This means EDSBS Live is postponed until tomorrow at 9 p.m, since if we attempt to do both we’ll be up at five in the morning hungover and out of gas by noon tomorrow, which describes most days but still: it’s nice to actually try to manage our time responsibly.
Now if you’ll excuse us, there’s Rock Band 2 to play. In the meantime, you’ll have to go to UTEP to get your sirens.
Like Hurricane Mangino, we are on our way to the Sunshine State this afternoon, but for a wedding, and not to induce Matt Grothe into a four-quarter cycle of TD/INT for TD/TD/Fumble for INT. Yes, a fall wedding, which to be fair was scheduled on Florida’s bye week and is in Gainesville. We’re out for the rest of the afternoon, but there will be a full slate of programming for tomorrow, including Factor Five Five Factor previews of the Kansas/USF game and the Naked Sushi Buffet Picks for the weekend.
Someone tether that thing before someone gets hurt.
This is not a political post. We do just want to acknowledge that, seven years ago, 9/11 happened, setting up a long series of momentous, violent, and wide-ranging acts. People died, and continue to die. You may know some of them, or know of them. We do.
That’s sterile language meant to sidestep debate on any of this. This is not the place for that. This is a place, however, to pay tribute to one of the more unique players in recent college football history: Pat Tillman, a wide-ranging stubbornly independent thinker who happened to play football, climbed the light towers at Sun Devil Stadium when he needed to think about something, and was a feisty undersized defender who survived professionally long after scouts declared him too small to succeed in football.
He was also hellaciously brave and idealistic off the field. For that and more, we pay tribute, sir. We’ll look for you up in the lights.
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