Every Day Should Be Saturday, College Football

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...

That The Humanitarian only wants what's best for his angels is a fact disputed only by cads and ne'er-do-wells. If no one's saying he's crying into his pillow at night over losing Sanchez, that's...

Masters of Fulmer Cup Nano-engineering. Georgia continues to add to their total in baby steps. Points to be assessed in an entry later today, but the reported footage of the barfight suggests...

The following is an excerpt from our upcoming memoir, Song of the Lukewarm Potsticker. It is about the father shared by both Matt Ufford and Spencer Hall: a poet, a madman, a city bus driver, a...

We are ready for this Big East. Dear sirs, We write today on behalf of a major university with a reputation which was created over the years of hard work and academic excellence by those who sought...

By Holly, who reminds you that when the zombie war comes, machetes do NOT need reloading. Their names were shouted in exultation or bellowed in impotent rage across the SEC in 2007. You know their...

Two months in the can, one to go, folks, before 2007 is a misremembered, revisionist fog. Get every bit you can while you can. That is an order (Nevada-New Mexico State optional): Remember the good...

The Body Count for week eight of college football season grows long and fearsome. Tread lightly. --Tim Tebow is "banged up," a medical term of great vagueness. It's his right shoulder, his...

We've never seen someone killed all the way. Killed halfway? Yes, in the form of a guy we saw hit by a scooter on a Taiwanese street so hard his shoes flew off in both directions. Killed around the...

The delay on the daily affirmation comes via The Power T, who helpfully remind us that Lee Corso, be he what he may, is nothing if not himself at all times.