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It's that time. The moment in this story killing us softly is the instant when, having robbed someone, someone in the car screams "FLOOR IT!" and the Prius, kicking in its electric engine, mozies off with a vicious hummmmmmmmmm. And then, looking around, they know right then that they're good and fucked. Foxholes, gameplans, loftiness. Sometimes it's fun to point Mottram in the direction of something and just watch him shred: Yes, they had a good game plan. A lofty game plan. A losing game plan. Brown, if you wanna make it out of Notre Dame with all your limbs, you’ll dig your own foxhole about one click away from Charlie’s. [Insert joke here about the enormity of Weis’ foxhole.] The most dangerous bet in America this weekend is Notre Dame at Pitt, since you're strung between betting on former pro coaches Charlie Weis and Dave Wannstedt in a game where one of their jobs is on the line. It will look like two fat gents insisting the other go through the door first: "Please." /fake punt on their own 30 [THEY WALK INTO DOOR AT SAME TIME AND GET STUCK.] Ooooh lookie. The Mountain West could make a bid to become the vicious, cliff-dwelling predator it truly could be. The talk radio quality rumor nevertheless tantalizes: an autobid for the MWC, Boise playing a schedule with BYU, Utah, and TCU on the bill, and the WAC recruiting Tongan community colleges to stanch the bleeding. Fierce. Idaho's AD refused to take a commuter flight with a Boise State paint theme, a move making him late but beloved by his athletic department and fans. He could have done one better, though, by cracking out a can of Krylon's best, spray-painting "SUCKS" on the plane, and thus have truly represented Vandals worldwide. WELCOME TO FT. LAUDERDALE RIVERWALK BRIDGE. NO DOGS ALLOWED. This has to happen. (HT: here, via |
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