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Mr2Cents shows us the Hokie mascot’s take on last night’s late collapse against Boston College.
What goes better with cocktails than a little Russian roulette? Nothing, of course, especially when it’s this year’s BCS hunt done Deer Hunter-style by Joel at Rocky Top Talk. The slapping noise is irresistibly addictive.
Joe Cribbs Car Wash thinks we’re defying Occam/Ockham’s Razor by assuming Auburn’s offensive line coach had anything to do with Glenn Dorsey’s chop block.
Saurian Sagacity and Senator Blutarsky swap digs for the week in honor of the World’s Largest Coke Orgy, and they couldn’t be more civil about the whole thing. Pity.
Kyle has a martini-dry line on Louisville’s status as the next great football program in America:
The Cardinals, by contrast, have been hampered somewhat by what might be called the Dippin’ Dots syndrome. After spending two decades as the “ice cream of the future,” shouldn’t Dippin’ Dots, at some point, have become the ice cream of the present?
Our Sporting News Column is up, and riddled with the inaccuracies, mistakes, and run-on sentences you’ve come to know and…um…tolerate here. People REALLY don’t like it when you pick against their team. It’s like you’ve insulted their children, only they don’t have any children, or don’t actually take care of them and in fact only get visitation rights with no interaction 12 weekends a year. Yes, you can look at them. but only through a television, or sitting a hundred to two hundred yards away…
West Virginia’s defense…exists, actually. Their run D is the main reason we’ve picked them to beat Rutgers, along with the inherent instability of the college football world this year. It’s been like watching the end of The Dirty Dozen; the instant the camera switches to someone, they’re cut down in a hail of gunfire, leading to the next guy, who’s cut down in a hail of gunfire, leading to etc…etc…
You can’t drink. British sailors of the 17th century, though, could. On this weekend of the cocktail party, take heed of the greats of the past as celebrated by CNN. Our personal favorite: Lord Admiral Edward Russell’s great punchbowl escapade.
The record for history’s largest cocktail belongs to British Lord Admiral Edward Russell. In 1694, he threw an officer’s party that employed a garden’s fountain as the punch bowl.
The concoction? A mixture that included 250 gallons of brandy, 125 gallons of Malaga wine, 1,400 pounds of sugar, 2,500 lemons, 20 gallons of lime juice, and 5 pounds of nutmeg.
A series of bartenders actually paddled around in a small wooden canoe, filling up guests’ cups. Not only that, but they had to work in 15-minute shifts to avoid being overcome by the fumes and falling overboard.
The party continued nonstop for a full week, pausing only briefly during rainstorms to erect a silk canopy over the punch to keep it from getting watered down. In fact, the festivities didn’t end until the fountain had been drunk completely dry.
The British conquered the world for a reason: they were looking for more aspirin.
Lonely on Friday? Ian will keep you warm, baby.
