November 19, 2025

DON’T DUMP DORRELL! LOVE, LA TIMES GUY.

Karl Dorrell doesn’t deserve to be fired. He doesn’t! Trust me. I know, because I talked to him once. In fact, I’m aiding and abetting any claim he may make-post-firing or not-that he is being judged differently because he’s black.

Does he feel as if he is not getting a fair shake because he is black?

“Let me put it this way,” he said. “In every opportunity that I’ve had in my coaching career, it was never in my mind that I was dealing with a level playing field. I’ve had to do more to accomplish what I’ve accomplished.

“It’s getting better. But still, that’s just the way it is.”

Well put. I’m convinced that race plays a role in what some of you critics are saying. To think otherwise would be plain foolish. Some of you just don’t know what to make of a coach who does not fit into your convenient stereotypes.

Like Chan Gailey, another black coach with a similar record (37-27, .578 winning percentage) I believe he’s being singled out because of his race, not his 34-26 record, .567 winning percentage, and inability to field a consistent football team from week to week. Both are victims of the same profiling. I guess some of you really can’t handle something different, can you?

Oh, and I’ll also create a website to say this from even though I’m a columnist who covers the guy from time to time. Not odd or fishy at all, really.

Sincerely,

Karl Streeter
LA Times Columnist.

(HT: Signal 2 Noise.)

CAPTION CONTEST: LOUIE THE LUMBERJACK

We can’t stop thinking about the Northern Arizona University mascot, Louie the Lumberjack, and this picture. There’s a hypothetical conversation going on here between Mr Unawares on the left and the horrified cheerleader on the right, and we want to know what it is.

Cheerleader 1: Hey, what the hell was that noise?

Cheerleader 2: Holy fuck, he’s loaded the t-shirt gun with broken glass.

Louie: I AIN’T GOIN’ BACK TO JAIL, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!! (BOOOOOOOOOM!)

Please leave your best suggestions below.

FOOTBALL AT BOISE IS FUN

Boise State may still be in the boonies and playing on blue turf, but festivity, thy name is Bronco football. In this year’s senior class finale versus the Vandals, Boise brought out the full arsenal of senior night glory:

In trouncing Idaho 58-14, the Broncos completed a pass to a lineman, who then struck a Heisman Trophy pose and took a leap into the stands. The Broncos allowed a defensive tackle to attempt an extra point. A backup quarterback threw two touchdown passes.

The lineman in question is likely NFL draftee Ryan Clady, a mammoth piece of human being who drew a personal foul for his celebration that, once underway, brought teammates over to join in since, as Ian Johnson put it, “Once I saw one yellow thing fly up in the air, I was like, ‘Oh, I might as well run over.’ They can’t sort us all out.”" Evil Richt approves!

The other grand point awarded to Boise State is the spotting of the second best t-shirt of the week, “SENATOR CRAIG IS A VANDAL.” Totally true, by the way: Craig graduated from the University of Idaho in 1969, where he was in Delta Chi fraternity and was likely spanked by other men with a paddle in his initiation ceremony. You make your own guesses as to how much he enjoyed it.


Idaho’s definitely-not-gay senator is yours, not ours.

BLOGTOBERFEST: ASHES, ASHES EDITION

Not bologna-it’s gourmet soppresata. Blogtoberfest, the finest of expensive lunchmeats provided free of charge to you.

Yes, it was on Deadspin. But it’s still awesome and in need of posting here: Kansas State fans killing poor sports reporter Jim Knox.

As always, it’s the repetition making it funnier with each viewing. That and the fact that there’s no information on whether he’s ok or not. Jim Knox, fine! Jim Knox, dead at the age of something-something! Either way, man fall down go AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!

Dennis Dixon’s season is done, but not before he outran the Arizona defense on a torn ACL. There should be some kind of award for spectacular performances on injured limbs.

This isn’t Barry Switzer, right? We kept waiting for autoerotic asphyxiation jokes to break the spell, which they usually do.

Brian has the best line on Lloyd Carr’s legacy as a coach of coaches:

Carr was stubborn, arrogant, and loyal to a fault. There is no Carr coaching tree because the program is inbred.

In summary, it’s Carr=good dude, meh coach since 2005 or so.

Losers With Socks calls Tennessee a flattering name. Um, we think:

I hope the Vols prove them wrong. I love the cockroach nature of this team. You can’t kill them.

An apt name, though it must enqueasen the stomachs of Vol fans to hop on the bandwagon for a team that was, at least after four games, looking like the backbreaker for the Philip Fulmer regime.

They’re selling beer at Arrowhead Stadium for the Border War, meaning that for once, there will be drunk people in the stands of a college football game. Xenu forbids!

LUBBOCK IS A DAVID LYNCH MOVIE

Pray tell, cruise for one moment inside the mind of Mike Leach, and you will find a reference saying much if not all you need to know about his cultural references and tastes in cinema:

“One thing I’ve always liked about this place is you’ve got the great college atmosphere, but it’s got a little bit of that NFL flavor with some characters mixed in,” Leach said. “It’s like a college atmosphere mixed with a David Lynch movie, so it’s really pretty cool.”

A naked Isabella Rossellini begging to be hit? Exorbitantly long lesbian sex scenes? Not quite, but there is a Santa with a t-shirt on that (in all seriousness) we would purchase five minutes ago.

Seriously. If you know where that shirt comes from, it’s all we want for Christmas. In the meantime, you’ll just have to make do with your “WWLD?” t-shirt.

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ULM TO LOSE COACH IN WIDESPREAD SALARY ADJUSTMENT

University of Louisiana-Monroe coach Charlie Weatherbie is celebrating for a few reasons. Sure, he’s got reason to pop the bubbly because his team beat the Alabama Crimson Tide 21-14 on Saturday. But Weatherbie has 4 million other reasons to celebrate-namely, that he’s going to be paid a salary commensurate to his record after beating the 4 million dollar man himself, Nick Saban.

Give the man a monkey. And his 4 million dollars.

“According to the win, I’m undervalued by 97 percent of what I should be paid,” said Weatherbie, who earns a mere $130,000 as the coach of the Warhawks. “I’m looking forward to being paid what I’m truly owed and living out one of my lifelong dreams: buying a monkey, and then training it to smoke and drink beer.”

ULM had no formal statement in response to Weatherbie’s demands, but off-the-record sources were quoted as saying that “there was no fucking way” they could pay Weatherbie’s new salary, citing the fact that “paying almost one-tenth of our total budget to a 5-6 football coach would be completely fucking insane.”

Weatherbie, though, is confident something could be worked out. “Perhaps they could sell some land or something. I don’t know. Have a bake sale. Charlie wants his monkey, and it’s time to give him some bananas for all his hard work. Tell the sob stories to my agent, pencilnecks. Bananas, motherfuckers.”

Weatherbie’s not the only one making cash from the hash of the Crimson Tide’s loss. (more…)

PAUL MAGUIRE IS EROTIC ZORRO

If you didn’t watch the Oklahoma/Texas Tech game Saturday night, you were likely enraged to the point of violence that ABC insisted on putting such piffle on in place of carving the country into three segments and giving we East Coasters what we craved: night-time ACC football, baby.

Actually, you weren’t, both because ACC games are hell to watch and purgatorially boring. Instead, you were treated to the Red Raiders’ upset of Oklahoma played to the accompaniment of the most anarchic crew in broadcasting, the Nessler/Maguire/Griese team of ABC. The anarchy comes mostly from Maguire, who’s game for anything: riding on the camera boom most of the day like The Watcher, chiming in on whatever strikes his fancy at the moment no matter what’s going on, and giddily living each second not paired with Joe Theissmann like it was his last.

Maguire even tried on the Red Raider outfit Saturday night, a getup made to look like a Zorro costume with a few extra swatches of red thrown in there. The original picture is funny enough, but we have yet to see a photo The Cheezburger Factory can’t improve on at least a little.


He is Paul Maguire, and he is here to steal your heart.

CURIOUS INDEX, 11/16/07

In the worst kept secret since the ending of the identity of the Drizzle, Lloyd Carr will throw two of the biggest programs in football into disarray by announcing his retirement today. We’ve summarized his retirement speech below.

To hell with the bastards. All of them. The bastards need to die, and die now. They will need to keep dying forever, the bastards. They ruin everything. They surround you at all times. Grim invocation of gray skies, hunger, and difficulty. Recommend you shake fist angrily and use only yourself as an evaluator for your own good. Repeat lines about the bastards, indicate that bastards are in this crowd at this very instant. Good night, bastards, I’m off to my bastard-free retirement. CC: Bastards.

Les Miles “has not done anything to play down speculation that he wants the job,” and when the Grey Lady is saying that, you may safely assume the restrained Times is tamping down the actual image of Miles sending lackeys to chip the paint off Carr’s office door at this very instant, and setting out taffy bowls at every convenient location in the Michigan football offices.


HT: LSUFreek of TigerDroppings.com.

I’m so glad I left Kentucky. Guy Morriss becomes the latest coach to get fossilized in the tar pit that is the Baylor football program. Why Morriss ever left Kentucky still, on the face of it at least, befuddles: Morriss led the ‘Cats to quasi-respectability before bolting for Kentucky after only two years on the job, only to endure the unique strappado torture of being a Baylor football coach.

How did it happen? Oh, the usual, according to the always excellent BearMeat:

Perhaps it was importing that West Texas A&M offense that we didn’t have the talent for. Or perhaps it was the flight of good assistants in the off season. Perhaps it was the dreadful recruiting . Perhaps it was the lack of decisiveness about the most crucial position on the field. No 5 QB rotation has ever led to a bowl game.

We feel safe, in even our limited understanding of the game of football, saying that it is a natural law that no 5 qb rotation will ever lead to a bowl game. Candidates for the job who promise never, ever to use a 5 qb rotation include Mike Singletary and Houston Nutt.


Oh, dear.

Football Jesus has been collecting the best signs from Gameday, and Michigan’s witty crew-if you don’t read The Victors message board, you need to, if only for the comic relief-came with a bumper crop.

1. You Can’t Spell C_ck_ _cker without O S U

2. We want a new Carr with Les Miles

3. Only Buckeyes work at Home Depot

We expect nothing less from the most sardonic fanbase in college football. If you don’t think this word is fitting, consider its etymology:

[Origin: 1630–40; alter. of earlier sardonian (influenced by F sardonique) < L sardoni(us) (< Gk sardónios of Sardinia) + -an; alluding to a Sardinian plant which when eaten was supposed to produce convulsive laughter ending in death]

Yessir. Words used correctly are awesome. Not that we’d know, but we’ve heard that they can be pretty cool, you know, when strung together, like, right and stuff.

The Pac-10 needs wins from Arizona and UCLA in the next two weeks to fill all of the Pac-10’s available bowl slots. Sure, we’ve crashed a nuclear sub at the bottom of sea. But those men looking for us up there? They’re Russians, dammit. They’ll figure this out safely and get us home for sure without giving us radiation poisoning, botching the rescue, or using faulty equipment and scuttling our chances for survival.

Your national title game, if played right now, would be at 8 in the morning, and my, wouldn’t that be inconvenient? Oh, and it would have Kansas and LSU playing in it. If you saw this coming, you are a dirty, dirty liar.


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