October 12, 2025

THE WEEKEND IN STOLEN VIDEO

We’re typing this on our brother-in-law’s couch in Gainesville, hoarse, dirty, and gnawing our way through the last dregs of 134.6 grams of sunflower seeds consumed over the course of the weekend. In other words: completely and totally and blissfully happy to be so. Hurry’s the word, though, since we have to get back to Atlanta to tend our prize Hound of the Baskervilles and get Leron his “produce” on time.

The best moments of stolen video follow. Enjoy.

Why do people who are fast with video upload and capture have shitty taste in music? Are these genes linked? Is this a topic worthy of study-HOLY SHIT JEFF DEMPS IS FAST.


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BLEAUXOUT

October 11, 2025

OPEN THREAD, PART TWO: BREATH, TAKEN AWAY

Hi. You know who I am. This thumb’s for you, Colt McCoy, because you’re a champion who takes my breath away and turns in slow motion away from onrushing defenders bent on crushing you. You took the highway to the danger zone but took the exit toward Victory Lane, and for that I’m buzzing your tower and oiling myself up for a one-on-one volleyball game. You’re invited.

No more playing with the boys, Colt: just you and me, a Colt and a Maverick out in the field doing what animals do. I’m bringing this thumb. Let’s role play: this time, you be Sam Bradford, and I’ll be Brian Orakpo and Sergio Kindle.

This is your open thread for the afternoon. We don’t judge you, whatever you’d like to do with or to Colt McCoy and the rest of the magnificent Texas Longhorns, who played the finest game of the year thus far against the Oklahoma Sooners. Boom. Motherfucker.

OPEN THREAD: WE’RE GONNA NEED A BEER TO PUT THESE FLAMES OUT.

The non-royal we are both viewing games with actual corporeal humans to-day, so y’all are on your own until our egos are through writing checks our bodies can’t cash.

Rules of engagement are written for your safety and for that of your team. By all means, enjoy yourselves.

October 10, 2025

EDSBSGPS: WHERE WE AT, WEEK 7

The weekend’s agenda:

ORSON (Gainesville):
Texas vs. Oklahoma, Notre Dame @ UNC, Nebraska @ Texas Tech via bar TV
LSU @ Florida from the UF student section, which will not end badly, at all
OK State @ Mizzou via replay

HOLLY (Anaheim):
Texas vs. Oklahoma
Tennessee @ Georgia
LSU @ Florida
OK State @ Missouri
UCLA @ Oregon

Silent lion assassin: Could be anywhere, really, but we’ll lay odds on “right behind whichever shoulder you don’t check first.”

Who’s heading where? Who’s hard up enough for action to watch Memphis-Loovll tonight? Everybody got their fighting shoes on? Do tell. Happy weekend, y’all.

YAHOO LIVEBLOGS HAVE UNSEEN, UNKNOWABLE POWERS

So, during the Yahoo(!) liveblog last night, a running gag of sorts crept in re: Willy Korn, the redshirt freshman QB whom many Clemson fans see as the answer to their stagnant mosquito pond of an offense. The game was excruciatingly, eye-gougingly awful for most of four quarters, and in the name of a) seeing something, anything interesting happen, and b) utter delirium, we got it into our heads that invoking the name of Willy Korn, over and over again, could somehow make him just appear on the field, like the Candyman. This rapidly spiraled out of control, of course, leading to updates like “First down Wake inside the Clemson 25. (Willy Korn)”, and at the end of the night we shut our laptops, Kornless, dejected, and a little dumber for what we’d just watched.

Today:

Redshirt freshman Willy Korn will replace senior Cullen Harper as Clemson’s starting quarterback, coach Tommy Bowden announced Friday. Korn, one of the highest-touted quarterback recruits out of South Carolina’s Byrnes High two years ago, will be behind center next Saturday when Clemson (3-3) plays Georgia Tech.

The report adds that “Bowden also sighted Korn’s mobility”, which we’re assuming is a typo, since Tommy Bowden, for all his qualities, is not a hunter. No, if anything, he’s a hunting dog: sad-eyed, inbred, and born without opposable thumbs. What you really need to take away from the story, however, is WE HAVE POWERS. Empirical proof that The Secret is for bitches, comrades—invoke Willy Korn, and all things are possible. (Willy Korn)

EDSBS RAW: NAKED SUSHI BUFFET PICKS, WEEK 7

#5 Texas vs. #1 Oklahoma
HOLLY, BLATANTLY IRRATIONAL: The Red River Shootout is all about spite, so allow me to oblige: Oklahoma is a barren wasteland whose women look like they were born on the backs of tractors. Texas for the upset, and damn the torpedoes.
ORSON, RATIONAL: Oklahoma will see some oddball defensive formations unseen on film, because that’s how Muschamp do, but Bradford will still operate relatively unhindered behind the Loadholt Line, Oklahoma’s first greatest asset as a football team and still more evidence that quality beef garnered in recruiting is the first step toward whipping ass in 360 degrees. (The only other team pushing people around on the same level: Alabama, another team with abundant burl on the lines.)

TCU loaded the box on them, and Bradford went ballistic; sit back, and they’ll rack up 200 yards passing and 200 yards rushing on you. Brian Orakpo might get pressure off the edge, but otherwise the lack of a consistent running game from Texas outside of Colt McCoy doing his best Tebow ‘07 imitation keeps Oklahoma firmly in control from the start, leading to the eventual disappointment for Oklahoma of blowing a game (OK State?) late in the schedule to spoil undefeated happiness.

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LOU HOLTH, GENIUTH AMONG UTH

The pep talk returns next week; that’s worth a viewing of the latest Dr. Lou alone. (HT: Brian.)

It’s doubly worth it for Lou’s unparalleled trash talking, which he’s more than happy to say right to your face:

“All of those orange fans up there. I would say to our players, they wear orange so they can cheer for their team. They’ll wear the same orange outfit tomorrow to go hunting. And they’ll wear the same orange outfit the last five days of the week in order to pick up trash.”

Lou Holtz’s longevity as a coach can only be explained by the well-calibrated periodicity of his sanity rating. Listen to him for two minutes, and you’re convinced he’s a raving madman; go five minutes, and you’re reconvinced of his essential sanity, but then wait another ten and you’re back wondering whether someone just dropped tabs of mescaline in his coffee. That’s precisely how he survived, by being just mad enough to convince people that he was too scary to fire, but just insane enough to outcrazy the opposition.

Mark May shouldn’t fear him at his most animated, but should fear him when he’s at his calmest, since like an angry dog he’s only going to bite you when the tail stops wagging and he gets very, very serious. And by that we mean he will bite Mark May on camera soon, and when it happens you will applaud like spring-loaded monkeys.

GREG HARDY, OUT?

That’s a question: we’ve heard from at least three Ole Miss types this morning that just two weeks after making the cover of SI DE Greg Hardy is out at Ole Miss in theatrical fashion.

There were signs-this article and complaints about his effort in general-but on the whole it would still be shocking that someone as talented as a potential first-rounder would let a latent streak of jackass cost him NFL money.


Cover boy to booted in two weeks?

If you actually know something about us, harumphharumph of either the gmail or yahoo variety is ready when you are.

UPDATE: To say that he remains on the team, and other than that there’s nothing doing here besides weird rumblings.

CURIOUS INDEX, 10/10/08

Dead, again. With a 12-7 loss to Wake Forest jampacked with all the excitement you’ve come to expect from the Electric Sex Conference, the ACC, Tommy Bowden has reverted to familiar mid-season status as the dead guy with the headset. Ron Morris polishes off his “Tommy Bowden is totally dead this time and we mean it” piece, the same one you could have used four years running to look very prescient before the inevitable boot-and-rally Bowden curve.

We’re not even sure .500 gets him fired, though: at 12 years, he’s far more entrenched than you might think, and even with the bitch mentality at full blast Clemson’s at least consistent under Bowden. It all depends on the administrative approach: if the Clemson admins view the football program as a beast they like to keep under wraps and properly chained, they’ll keep him. If they think like, say, and Auburn or Florida, then he’s joining Tony Franklin in the Sad White Box of Totally Fired Club.

(Giving James Davis a meagre 12 carries will get you that Sad White Box of Office Refuse, too.)

Let’s set some records, people. Officials at Florida are all but explicitly dreading the possible fallout from a booze-amped night game at The Swamp involving both Florida fans and traveling LSU fans.

Loschiavo will be working at the police booking room during the LSU game to monitor student ejections. He’s concerned the late start could mean a long evening.

“The later the game, the more ejections there are going to be because there’s more time for people to drink,” he said.

Steps to reduce the number of ejections will include heightened vigilance and preventing the entry of anyone who looks obviously intoxicated. Officials had no comment on whether they were going to adopt Notre Dame’s policy of shooting the obviously intoxicated in the head at the gate, but we would implore them to remember that no matter how well armed they might be, these are LSU and Florida fans. Like Australian animals, they come barbed, fanged, and full of venom.

Sanchez: operational. Mark Sanchez is feeling good, and will likely start against Arizona State on Saturday. No dancing between now and then, Senor Sanchez. Rudy Carpenter, not so much.

“Captain Insano Shows No Mercy.” From the Fort-Wayne Journal-Gazette:

So I’m pass setting and their defensive tackle comes over and gets some pressure on me and he pokes me in the eyes. I’m sitting there, one of my eyes is all blurry, and I’m going ‘What the hell?’

“And he just goes, ‘Captain Insano shows no mercy.’ This is my first college game and so, I mean, quoting Waterboy. I’m just sitting there. I didn’t really have any response to that. I don’t know if you can top that one.”

The other odd stories of being taunted, jabbed, poked, and prodded in ways verbal and literal may be found here.

Hattiesburg: 2 hott for TV. Larry Fedora has banned Southern Miss players from two Hattiesburg nightclubs after starting linebacker Korey Williams had his jaw broken by a bottle at The Palace. Clue: if a nightclub is named “The Palace,” you are not a king, the place will not be palatial, and the only similarity between an actual palace and the club will be poor ventilation and bathrooms with a dungeon feel.

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