We'll be live-blogging the UF-Wyoming game this weekend while simultaneously keeping an eye on the BSU/UGA game--stop in and marvel at the nauseating emotional swings, which should get more dramatic as the vodka tonics settle in for the long haul sometime around five p.m.
Enjoy the sweet, ephemeral joy of a weekend of college football. James Wright said it better than we ever could in "Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio:"
In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.
All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.
Football. Goddamn, Football.
We love you New Orleans. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers, and give, bitches, give.
We'll see you on the couch.