March 14, 2025

HAPPY PI DAY

Dorks, unite! Happy Pi Day, motherfuckers, as Yay! Sports celebrates the dorkiest non-Federal holiday we can think of in recent memory. Pi means a lot to recent Georgia Tech students like ourselves, since the Tech campus has a running trail of exactly 3.14 miles in length called the Lt. Tyler Brown Pi Mile, named for the Tech Student Body President killed on duty in Iraq on September 14th, 2004 who came up with the idea for the trail.

Did the run on Monday, and we know one thing about Lt. Brown: he liked him some hills, motherfucker. “The Flats,” our ass.

Happy Pi day to you, too. Go dash off a Pi or two and earn that beer you know you’ll be having later.

FULMER CUP ACCOUNTING: OU IS ON THE BOARD

We hesitated on posting this story because…well, dammit, because we were busy hauling up 40 pound beasts from the depths of Mother Ocean while the world discovered that Rhett Bomar, 20 year old Oklahoma quarterback, likes beer. But he does, and sometimes likes to drink it in public, as he did during a Charlotte/New Orleans/Oklahoma City/Sao Paulo Hornets game. This earned him an underage drinking charge handed out by OKC Sgt. J.F. Balderrama, who noticed Bomar taking sips during the game.

We almost hate to hand out Fulmer Cup points for something we were so, so guilty of ourselves in our undergrad career. (The peak of our underage drinking life might have been an incident where a cop knocked our underage selves to the ground to get to another kid who had the misfortune to look not a day over 13. The beer spilled to the ground, instantly splashing any evidence harmlessly on the ground, and gave us a badass “a cop knocked me down now we’re really in college!” story.) Guiding shi guiding, as the Chinese say, so we are obligated to award Oklahoma one point for an offense that in Barry Switzer’s day would have been considered good citizenship.

No word on whether arresting officer Balderrama had a majestic, flowing blonde mane and matching ’stache.

Related? And misspelled? Either way we’ll take the excuse and run with it.

COPING WITH THE OFFSEASON: STRATEGY #392, THE REVENGE GAME

The offseason is indeed a dry, rocky place where the college football fan’s seed of obsession can find no purchase. But do not abandon hope; though you may be streaking one day closer to death with every tedious rotation of the earth, you do get one day closer to the next college football season, with only the pesky dangling ash of the rest of the year between you and the next tasty cigarette of meaning.

So how to kill it, exactly? Besides going Robo for the next five months until the preview season? (A classic high school term for chugging Robitussin and spending the next five hours in a drunken, horrifying netherworld blending paranoia and apathy without the giddy edge of pot-smoking. High one might find Widespread Panic enjoyable; gone Robo, you may be convinced the Devil’s violinstrings were playing your funeral dirge in the kitchen. To simulate the sensation, just stay up for 36 hours, drink an espresso, and wrap head in purple Saran wrap until you pass out.)

One terrible way to pass the time.

We’ve got help to pass the time, and we’re here to share. We present Offseason Coping Strategy #392: The Revenge Game. Our test case will be Alabama v. Florida, and it will not be pretty. The faint of heart need to look away, because getting to a final of “Florida 56, Alabama 3″ is uglier and harder than it looks.

Needs: One television, one XBox, one copy of NCAA 2006. Should be cheap as balls thanks to superior technology coming along, except for the television, of course. Unless you live with your parents, which considering the fact that you’re reading this blog is a very, very likely scenario. In that case, make sure you’re not taking up their valuable television watching time and preventing them from catching “King Of Queens.” I love that fat, blundering guy and his disproportionately attractive wife! Haven’t seen that before!

Methods: Choose the “Play Now” option at the start menu unless you care to take an entire season’s worth of revenge games to the bank (and once you’ve hit a hundred points in the early fourth quarter against Louisiana Tech, you’ve crossed the line from “revenge” to “abject cruelty.”) Pick a game your team lost in humiliating or otherwise painful fashion during the prior season and make sure you’re playing a home game, even if the real game took place on the road. You’ll need this advantage to put the proper stank on the upcoming carnage, since you not only want to behead the virtual opponent, but run tittering up to the gushing stump of their neck with a full spray can of Bactine at the ready.

Being at home will give you all the sting you need. Otherwise competent qbs throw Testaverdian picks; running back start dribbling the ball like it’s Aussie rules; offensive lineman hold and false start the offense into the shadows of their own goal posts (setting you up for the ultimate football facial moment, the full ten point safety/immediate long play-action passing TD with two point conversion combo.) The effect’s not just a negative one, though, since the home team feels it, too; alligator armed receivers become pigskin magnets, ladyboy qbs bust tackles like Earl Campbell, and fourth down conversions break at a better than sixty percent rate with even just adequate playcalling.

Finally, make sure you’re looking at a rigged match, but not too rigged. (more…)

FLORIDA STATE BEGINS SPRING PRACTICE. JEFF BOWDEN BREAKS OUT SEGA GENESIS, GETS TO WORK.

The players have laced them up, the trainers are stocking up on tape, and Jeff Bowden’s got the mighty Sega Genesis playbook up and pumping those 16 bits ’til they wheeze. The Seminoles have started spring practice, and the only thing reporters seem to have taken away from Pappy’s boilerplate is a focus on the run game, which anyone could have seen coming given the Seminoles dismal ground attack of 2005.

We’re just praying for someone to slip a copy of Mutant League Football into Jeffy’s console so we may watch the hijinks when he calls Nasty Audible C. Given Bowden’s history of not disciplining players for anything shy of domestic terrorism, we would expect a brutal round of stadium steps for all.

Manslaughter? Gonna be a rough afternoon for you, son.

CALLING FINANCE DORKS

Sportsbiz Blog pulls a classic blogger’s dodge: summarizing and then expanding on premium content to make it more interesting.(Bravo! People do it all the time.) The article in question? A Wall Street Journal article on university athletic departments raising funds with special venture capital funds. The big winner? One of the pioneers, Stanford, whose initial $100K in 1982 has ballooned to an $85 million dollar zeppelin of fundage for their athletics program. So in case you wondered how they managed to be successful, even with Ty Willingham as head coach, well, thank the market and the good fortune to have a bushel of Google stock just hanging around.

This has to beat Miami’s “South American Pharmaceutical Futures” investment strategy of the 1980s, which while initially very, very lucrative, had significant drawbacks as a long-term investment…

Former AD Montana had to be…”forcibly removed” from his post.

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