Was “The Eyes of the Tiger are upon you” or “All the Horns of the wicked will be cut off” too much to ask?
Look, far be it of me criticize anyone’s celebratory mood after winning a National Championship in ANYTHING…have all the parades you want, carry off the victors on your shoulders, let the integral members of the team ride that winning gravy train all the way into old age, take a bow even, you deserve it…but seriously, don’t hack it up with the National Champs shirts. Something dignified will do. A nice picture of a baseball diamond with understated script and a nod to the team’s achievements? Nope, its LSU fan we are talking about here. These are the same people who rock this to sporting events.
Corndogs, your lazy, ill-thought out hackery knows no limits. Kudos
[HT: Robby]
Wright Thomspon once again reminds us that the rest of us blogging/sports journo types amount to nothing more than a bunch of dick joke-writing novices in his literary presence with a great piece on how the State of Mississippi and those closest to Steve McNair during his college years as a mythical phenom are coping with his loss and the unfortunate circumstances therein.
We’re bored, its the summer, college football is in the barely viewable distance, so why not regale you with the daily comedic stylings of Mr. Ron Bennington of 
In our ever-increasing quest to whore ourselves out at any and all opportunities, our derelict buddies over at 
Set your DVRs and Tivos to “Giggity!” 
And he’s been the mastermind behind a covert terroist cell…and he once pushed an old lady down a flight of metal stairs…and he cuts all of the tags off his furniture even though he is prohibited to do so by law…and he won’t read any of the Twilight books because he thinks all vampires are a bunch of eyeliner-wearing pussies…and he hates asparagus, oh does he hate asparagus…
