We were trying to layoff after we let whatever dark demon lives under the stairs of our brain write the Galactus/Tom Brady Who's Now piece. But dammit, Tom Dienhart's lead-in to this story on [NAME REDACTED]'s expectations for 2007 is too damn suggestive not to post.
CHAMPAIGN, Ill. - Illinois coach [NAME REDACTED] didn't want me to leave, but I had to. It was getting late, and I faced a three-hour drive back to St. Louis.
"Come on, you can spend the night here," [REDACTED] offered.
Believe me, I wish I could have stayed longer. Things were just getting heated up at the [REDACTED]-er's crib.
We've got tonight,
Who needs tomorrow,
Let's make it laaaaast...
Let's find a wayyy....
Turn out the light.
Come take my hand, Rob.
WE'VE GOT TONIIIIGGHT, babe.
Why don't you stayyyyyy?
The article then goes on to point out that it was a party at [NAME REDACTED'S] house with other people around, but dammit, up 'til that point we thought Dienhart had the story of the year on his hands, or whatever other body part you want to imagine. (Mind bleach? Aisle six.) Oh, and [NAME REDACTED]'s thinking bowl games for the Illini, an absurd idea if Phil Steele wasn't also saying the same. Where's that mind bleach again?