Burrowed

I sent a bunch of friends the same, exact text on the Saturday evening that Joe Burrow made sure everyone in America knew his name. I was behind the bar and as a general rule, it’s bad policy to use Continue reading
I sent a bunch of friends the same, exact text on the Saturday evening that Joe Burrow made sure everyone in America knew his name. I was behind the bar and as a general rule, it’s bad policy to use Continue reading
Baker Mayfield’s been in the news a lot lately. With good reason. The number-one drafted, Heisman Trophy-winning, boastfully flag-planting, sidelines crotch-grabbing, far-too-short to play the pro game, Johnny Manziel comparative is the new face of the Cleveland Browns. He is Continue reading
Upon hearing the news that the University of Florida had won its first ever College World Series, an old college roommate suggested that I jot down a little something to celebrate the team’s rather unlikely victory. So I am. But Continue reading
I wrote a series of posts about five years ago. To this day they remain the highest traffic this website has ever seen. On a whim, I decided to rank what I thought were the greatest sports altercations of all-time. Continue reading
Saturday surprises continue to fill in the blanks of this college football season. But before we get into all that, and our fabulous contest, I thought we’d check in with our Big Ten correspondent, Robbie aka Croshere, who was gracious Continue reading
After watching this wild and wacky bowl season, it dawned on me that this year’s final college football rankings will look quite a bit different than they did back in August. I’m not faulting anyone for being unable to predict Continue reading
Oh, to be the proud child of the football fan below. Mommy, how was your trip to New Orleans and why do you have handcuff marks around your wrists?
I had so much fun with this project last year that I figured I’d duplicate the effort for 2011. Besides, it gives my newer readers a look back at 365 days of my ranting and raving.
With LSU remaining undefeated this weekend, and every other school fighting fruitlessly for position like presidential candidates at the Republican National Convention, the debate rages on over who should play the Tigers for college football’s national championship.
Every once in a while, I’ve been known to plop down at a local saloon, watch some random sporting event and text my buddy Croshere (whose secret identity may soon be revealed pending podcast). I’ll giggle and snort out loud, Continue reading