ed.- it's hypnotizing...

I don't know if you guys saw this picture of Colt McCoy looking goofy and tossing the pigskin about on EDSBS. I didn't have much to do at work today, so i tried my hand at creating an animated GIF. Lets hope this works.

As you can see, I added a little Marcell Dareus. It just felt like it needed it. Any critiques of this non-masterpiece? (ed.- no.)

Assuming the rumors out of Texas are true, and aTm are really ready and (more importantly really) able to leave the Longhorns to the Pac-16 and join us over here in the Southeastern Conference, would Slive just put the brakes on there? Could the SEC just expand one team to an unbalanced western division? According to ESPNs Joe Schad it's a possibility. " Don't discount SEC at 13 teams as possible."

With the word out that the SEC won't poach teams from the ACC (I assume we don't want to be seen as busting up another conference), i just can't see who else we would take that would be a fit. So How would a 13 team league work?

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Last night, the old lady and I settled down with our beer and wine to watch the 2009 dark comedy Big Fan starring Patton Oswald. I'll go ahead and admit that the Chicago Q&A that's found in the Special Features on the DVD is way funnier than the film itself, but that's because Patton Oswald is just being his hilarious self, answering the audience questions. If you go out and rent this movie, don't skip this bit.

Okay, end of digression.

In a nutshell, you've got a film about the intensity of fandom. Something we should all know about, being frequenters of this very site. Patton Oswald plays a guy who's happy with his crappy job as a parking lot attendant, because it gives him time to do what he really loves, which is call into sports talk shows. Patton is a NY Giants fan known by his handle "Paul from Staten Island", and frequently gets in verbal wars with Eagles fan "Philadelphia Phil". If you've ever listened to the Finebaum show, you know the type, think I-man v. Jim from Tuscaloosa, or that sort.

Well, one day Patton sees his favorite player at a Mobile station in Staten Island and decides to see where he's going. Oswald follows him to a Manhatten strip club where a meeting with his idol doesn't exactly go as planned.

The characters in this film will be totally familiar to sports fans, listeners or callers to talk radio, or as Oswald points out in the Chicago Q&A, Comic book nerds who travel every wednesday to the comic book store. Basically those of us obsessed with whatever our passion is.

This isn't really a sports movie, it's a character drama that's set against the backdrop of NFL. It's not a great movie either, but it's a very good dark comedy. I recommend it, but be warned: You may see yourself.

3 1/2 out of 5 stars.

Not good football, not even mediocre Auburn football, but football none the less.

I saw this today in the B'ham News. It seems as if we are getting yet another B-level league to enjoy.  I know by February i will probably be jonesing pretty hard for some sort of pigskin. The price point is right too, I have said it before, but I'd pay ten dollers to watch a monkey play with a football, so i'll sure shell out that much money for this.

From Dr. Saturday (the artist formerly known as SMQb) comes this Article.

Apparently a gang of counterfitters hit the Aub v. Corndog affair last weekend and they are making thier way over to Athens, GA.

So, if you were planning on purchasing tickets the way God intended, from some shlub on the street, beware.

I wonder if i hit seventy five words yet?

The answer to that query is no, so i'll just give a big Roll Tide Roll, and lets beat those Dawgs like they just shit on the carpet.

I wonder about your specific experiences at the game. Personally, i enjoyed being able to get the 20 oz bottle for "only $4.50".  I do wish they would sell the 'dogs at all stands though, and the BBQ nacho's looked good. i had a sausage with peppers and onions that was pretty good, but really, i'd rather have had just the plain ol' kraut dog with brown sauce.

Hurm, it turns out that the poll isn't counted in the seventy five words, what a jyp.

With apologies to Henry Livingston and Santa.

'Twas the night before Kickoff, when all through the south
 
Not a creature was stirring, not even a I'man's mouth;
 
 
 
The shakers were stacked on the table with care,
 
My game shirt was laid on the back of a chair;
 
 
 
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
 
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads;
 
And ma in her jersey, and I in my cap,
 
Had just settled down for a post-Bourbon nap,
 
When on the flatscreen there arose such a clatter,
 
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
 
Away to the tube I flew like a flash,
 
Tore up the remote, it's buttons i mashed.
 
And there it appeared in warm HD glow,
 
The first game of the season, how apropos.
 
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
 
 
 
But those college men, whose team i hold dear.
 
With a head coach, so lively and quick,
 
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
 
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
 
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
 
"Now, Coffee! now, Andre! now, Arenas and Johnson!
 
On, Julio! on Terry! on, Dont'a and Wilson!
 
From deep behind the line, stay on top of the ball!
 
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
 
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
 
When they meet with an obstacle, the crack of helmets resounds in the sky,
 
So into the endzone the coursers they flew,
 
that's six for the Tide, and St. Nicholas too.
 
 
 
And then, late in the game, I wanted to spit
 
Our QB was down -- A total late hit.
 
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
 
Down the field St. Nicholas came with a bound.
 
HIs shirt was in Crimson, the shade of our school,
 
The crowd was electric, more amped than a joule;
 
A straw hat he had crushed in his fist,
 
And he looked deranged. Man, was he pissed!
 
His eyes -- how they glowered! his brow was in knots!
 
His teeth they were bared, like a dog in need of it's shots!
 
His sharp toothed mouth was drawn back in a sneer,
 
You could tell the refs wanted to be anywhere but here.
 
Before he could march halfway across the field,
 
Those poor ol' refs, they did yield;
 
Down went the flag, Fifteen yards for the Tide
 
Automatic first down, JP was up and in stride.
 
We went on to score the very next play,
 
And I laughed when I saw it, Man, what a great day;
 
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
 
Saban let us know we had nothing to dread;
 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
 
Chewing out reporters who think him a jerk,
 
"I'll try to explain it, aight, for those who are slow"
 
"It's all part of the process, it's how this team's going to grow."
 
Then he sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle,
 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
 
 
 
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
 
"Merry Kickoff to all, and to all a Roll Tide."

List an Ebay auction i've got up, with a complete set of last years home game programs plus the Ole Miss game at Oxford and the Independence Bowl Media Guide.

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=300250629103

I know you probably don't want the fanposts to turn into a big garage sale, but i'm trying to please the wife and get these things out of the house before she does something drastic like shoving them somewhere unmentionable.