Draft Punk: Bammers getting Paid

Thursday, April 22nd, 2010

Ahh the Draft, where college football nerddom ends and pro football nerddom begins. Ahh, and the boos. Me and TJ will likely be twittering and beer drinking while Kiper and McShay get in off-camera fisticuffs. Fuck the NFL network, I don’t want accuracy and vertical monopolies, I want passion, this is the draft, not particle […]

I Came to drop F-Bombs on the 2009 SEC Champeenship

Friday, December 4th, 2009

Who the Fuck is Florida? The University of Florida is a fucking state college with about 55 fucking thousand students, located in Gainesville, Florida. Florida has given us gifts like the comedian Todd Barry and has also been known to occasionally aim its Taser of Education on goofball conspiracy theorists. Game of the Fucking Millennium! Welcome United States! […]

The Moon

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

Disease Threatens All

Friday, August 28th, 2009

Flu is rampant among my favorite footballers! But never fear, Cuba Gooding Jr, Dustin Hoffman and Kevin Spacey are on the scene. It’s suspected that the players were infected by big poorly photoshopped sticks of wood in the middle of the Hank Crisp Indoor Facility. One thing that scares me is this quote from Nick […]

I Came to Drop F-Bombs: The SEC Championship

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

Who the Fuck is Florida Florida is a school of 52,000 motherfuckers located in Gainsville, Florida. The university is named after the state where old people go to die and Canadians go to drive bad. House guru Bob Vila is a Gator, he was the undisputed renovation sensei until that metrosexual Ty from Extreme Home […]

A Big Hole

Monday, October 20th, 2008

“It’s still a big hole with him gone” Josh Chapman, commenting on the Massive Nose Tackle’s injury, and also possibly the goatse guy In the aftermath of another middling second half performance. We can only hope this hole gets filled, and QUICK, before we turn into a creme-filled cutely-sprinkled cupcake and get dropped off at […]

34-10 Aight

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

It smells like Victory, and Victory smells like ribs In a large scale reenactment of Jeremy Elder’s parking lot caper, the Tide robbed thousands of Georgia Dome visitors of their unreasonable expectations and high hopes. There is no doubt that last night and today, a sad convoy of orange paw print motherfuckers travels north to […]