EDSBS.com gives a mustache Wednesday salute to James Doohan, who played Scotty in the original cast of Star Trek. Doohan passed away today at the age of 85 after suffering from Alzheimer’s and pneumonia.

Thanks to Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer for clueing us in to this one. Loud N Proud productions is hitting the road this fall to film a documentary about the crazy college football fans. If you think you’ve got what it takes to make the cut, I suggest you follow the links and sign up.

If this man were a college football fan, he’d be your competition.

36 years ago Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. Today, I Blog for Cookies posts the link to his mammoth statistical database of college football. Coincidence? We think not. Bravissimo from us-you landed a whale with a fly rod, as far as we can tell.

ATL Eagle tips us off nicely with Photoshop fun for Virginia Tech fans. Old men in football unis-always funny.

Blue-Gray Sky is bad like Matt Houston, explaining the Weis offense with the greatest of ease.

Blue-Gray Sky deserves a cadillac with longhorns on it just like Matt had.

Florida State has taken its hit this season but a recent report shows that at least they’ve still got team speed. The fastest time was turned in by red-shirt freshman wide receiver Kenny O’Neal (4.31) but two others clocked out below the magical 4.4 level. Sounds impressive, but color me skeptical, not specifically of the Seminoles, but of alleged 40 times in general. Have a read here at a good article which points out that the alleged 40 times of many football players make them faster than many olympic sprinters… including the steroid-induced Ben Johnson.

Good thing Ted Ginn wasn’t racing Johnson in Korea that day.

The trend is there: the big teams, all 25 of them or so in D-1, bulking up once fluffy schedules padded with the Citadels and Western Michigans of the world in order to bolster their strength of schedule and get access to the priveleged circle of hefty bowl payouts. The prototype for this type of scheduling has been USC under Pete Carroll, though they’d always packed on a decent slate even before the arrival of Lucky Charms.

Pete Carroll, guarding his pot of gold at SC with competitive scheduling, aggressive recruiting, and his golden shillelagh, frequently found in the mouth of Heismanpundit.
(Come on: big chin, white poofy hair, all that jumping around he does in white pants…dude looks like he should be sitting atop a pint of gold while throwing a brick at a British cop. Sensitive thing to say to someone who plays ND every year, but there it is. Pete looks like Lucky Charms, and shall henceforth be known as that from this point on, joining our cast of nicknamed coaches along with Evil Sweatervest(Tressel), Ahab(Carr), and CRDP (Cool Ranch Dorito Phil, aka Phil Fulmer, who is very, very fat.)
The effects of the shift away from the 80-3 poundings of Northwesteastern Multidirectional State Tech to actually scheduling competitive matchups have already cropped up in the most unexpected places.
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The best job in the world is clearly being on the ESPN Gameday crew, jet setting around the country to watch and talk about college football. Well, it looks like they are starting their trek this season at Heinz Field to watch Pitt take on the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame…. and since it is Wednesday, any story that even tangentially relates to Dave Wannstedt is worthy of discussion.

Wannstedt and his ’stache are psyched about the Sunshine Scooter coming to town.

In response to our own post a few days ago, MGoBlog comes up with his three announcers, including the snorter pick of the announcing team from Iron Chef Japan. The “Satori Prefecture” line made us giggle louder and in a more girly fashion than one could imagine. Westerdawg, ever on the lookout for great line, comes up with three more including maybe the greatest one yet, provided you can pull him out of South Africa, Ohio, LA, or wherever the hell he’s been hiding: Dave Chappelle.

Your playcalliing stinks like your mama’s crusty drawers, Mike Shula. Welcome to Mustache Wednesday, motherfucker!