Hairy Dawg

We've said it before, and we'll say it again: T. Kyle King has the best facial hair of all time:

Let's see Swindle pull that off.

Georgia State Legislature Has Its Priorities In Line

On Friday, the Georgia State House passed a resolution urging the NCAA to enact a football playoff.

"The only sensible way to determine a national champion in any sport is to develop a playoff system that allows teams to meet on the field," the resolution reads. "The fans of college football deserve a true national champion to be crowned after winning the title on the field of play and not in a popularity poll."

How To Win With Class: Sugar Bowl Edition

41-10! Colt Brennan a quivering pile of mush! Knowshon!



Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof ... [pant] ... woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof ... [gasp] ... woof woof woof woof! Woof!


Your tears feed our soul. Thank you, and we'll be taking your coconuts now. Black jerseys, baby.

How To Form A Rooting Interest: The Lesser Of Two ...

Three years ago I was a rabid SEC fan, but with a fairly limited football world view. Didn't know about Big Ten football; didn't care. I mean total ambivalence -- I couldn't have located the state of Indiana on a map, nor did I care to.

And then I moved to Chicago. Christ, the pasty-white, sweatpants-wearing Big Ten sorority girls practically ooze from the cracks in the sidewalk ... and they all want to tell you about the amazing traditions at Notre Dame, Minnesota's great rivalries, or how lightning fast Ohio State really is. Big Ten bars litter the street corners, and it's damn hard to find decent football (read: SEC) on their tee-vees because the Iowa frat boys need three screens in order to watch their thrilling matchup with mighty Northwestern. Without exception, they're incredibly self-righteous and objectively wrong.

So now I run a Notre Dame/Big Ten hate site (still waiting for the official designation from the SPLC). Last night I pulled for Tommy Tuberville -- without remorse. Today I plan to root for Phil "Bacon" Fulmer. I will not lose sleep over this. I will watch every Big Ten game (exception: Illinois) with malevolence in my heart. And god willing, in 2008, I will no longer have to hear about how great a coach Kirk Ferentz is.

Today's Schedule

10:00 Bacon v. Big Ten Assholes
12:00 Florida v. Big Ten Assholes
3:30 Zooker! (unlike Swindle, we actually love the Zooker)
7:30 Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof!

Dear Pollsters:

This is for you:

Any other week, we'd be #2 right now.

Wooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! National Championship!!!!!

Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof ... [gasp] ... woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof ... [wheeze] ... woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof ... [oh god] ... woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh wow. So many people to thank here: Mark "Football Jesus" Richt for getting in tough with his dark side; God, of course, who contrary to earlier posting, is apparently not dead; Pat White's pansy ass; Bobby Stoops for continuing to win games at Oklahoma, not Florida; Les Miles and his chromosome deficiency; Fatty McLardass, Tedford, and the rest of the boys; and of course, the hairy dog himself:


Oh, and Jim Tressel?

41-14.

24-13: Wherein We Rub Your Nose In It (Kentucky Edition)

Today, in haiku form:
Ashley, of course, suffers from depression. We sincerely hope she's not a cutter.

45-20: Wherein We Rub Your Nose In It (Auburn Edition)

At home, no less.

Somewhere, an Auburn booster is firing up a jet engine.

42-30: Wherein We Rub Your Nose In It

It's hard to gloat over a single victory when you've been thoroughly dominated for the better part of two decades ... but since Mark Richt said it was okay:



Regardless, it's good to see that Florida fans are handling this with class and decorum.