Here’s the soundtrack for this week’s journey through the recent past. It’s from one of my favorite artists, and the greatest Thanksgiving movie ever ANDIWILLFIGHTYOUIFYOUDISAGREE. Ahem.
Although I usually don’t take requests, I almost made an exception for Coach Rodriguez.
What a great week of football- three days worth of collegiate goodness, interspersed with some NFL stuff, lots of food, and the occasional neighborhood game. Although, this year things ended up being a little messy.
I guess you could say that the mess all started on Thursday, when our friends in burnt orange managed to lose their rivalry game against the Aggies. As you can imagine, the good folks at Shaggy Bevo are taking this well, particularly given that most of the losses happened in Austin.
The Longhorn’s collapse is the first time in recent memory that a team has gone from the BCS championship game to not even being bowl eligible. As a “fun fact”; this BCS season will be without the following names: Pete Carroll, Mack Brown, Nick Saban, Urban Meyer, and Les Miles, with the jury still out on whether Bobby Stoops gets an invite. You know who’s going to be at the BCS Ball? Jim Tressel. Again.
Fridays’ games were just as exciting, with Auburn performing the “Greatest Iron Bowl Comeback Ever To Be Vacated” against ‘Bama after being down 21-0 in the first quarter. Granted, Alabama QB McElroy was injured in the second half, but the Tide followed their protocol and inserted the next person with the same haircut. Read More
Of course, to get the full effect of the day, you’ll need to use the Pirate Translator for this webpage. Avast!
Speaking of Pirates, in the first half East Carolina looked to be adding their name to the list of teams to beat Virginia Tech. Hey, Broncos- that “big win against Virginia Tech” sure is helping your national championship hopes, isn’t it? Well, there’s always that game against powerhouse Oregon State coming up.
Since we’re talking about “out of conference games”- We suspected that UConn had lost quite a bit of their fastball from last year (their DB coach is now in Georgia), and had those suspicions reinforced in Ann Arbor a couple of weeks ago. The game this Saturday against the Cosby Chaneys of Temple proved it… you can stop calling the Huskies a “Big East Contender”, unless it’s immediately followed by derisive snickering.
I’ve gotta admit, I’ve been on a bit of a tear against Michigan fans lately. I feel a bit guilty about it. Screw them, here’s more.
Today, MGoBlog posted a story about an old van painted to look like a Michigan helmet, that has been autographed by dozens of the greatest Michigan players/coaches you could ever hope to assemble. Judging by the looks of it, these autographs have been compiled over a span of at least two decades.
Bo Schembechler’s autograph is on this van. So is Lloyd Carr. Anthony Carter. Jim Harbaugh. Mike Leach. TONS more. Here’s a picture;
Apparently, the van had been on sale for as little as 2500 dollars recently, but had no buyers.
It’s gone unsold for a long time, and there are still no buyers. I’m completely shocked by this story. If this were a van painted like a Buckeye helmet and it had the autographs of Woody Hayes, Archie Griffin, and even HALF the numbers of players on it, it would already have been sold for at least 10 grand. The damn thing could have no engine in it, and it’s still going to bring in 5 figures.
I’m baffled as to why it’s still unsold. Even as a diehard Buckeye fan, I must admit – that van is pretty damn cool.
But the symbolism of the whole thing has escaped our friends in the Michigan blogosphere.
This is a picture of the aforementioned van, as it stands today –
Yes, that’s right – the wheels have come off.
And NOBODY up there sees the delicious irony in that??? Art imitating life, anybody????
To close it off, MGoBlog asks the following;
I don’t know what you do with a junked, wheel-less rusting old heap of bolts but if there’s anyone out there who can rescue this thing from its ignominious fate, my conscience would be indebted to you.
Ummmm, Brian? Isn’t that what you hired Rich Rodriquez to do? Rescue a junked, wheel-less rusting old heap of bolts?