Frank Discussion

Since I don't have a password to the woodhsed, I'll just tell you to blow it our your a** here.

Why would Superman wear a pith helmet, anyway? I just don't get that at all.

Mangino. Lew Perkins wants his own guy, and the training table bills are going through the roof.

Next time I will. I just wanted to register my belief that the "stike" was pure unadulterated horsesh*t. Thank you.

...for "disrespecting a member." If that's strike-worthy, then I'm screwed. There's not a soul here whom I respect, unless Barry Goldwater or Jackie Gleason happen to be alive and lurking on this site. But what sucks was that I got a strike for a relatively non-insulting post. All I did was make the observation that one of the newer posters here, who apparently recalls the world before mass production of automobiles, would soon be leaving us; thus, it wouldn't be fiscally prudent to put escalators in Memorial Stadium. Is that so offensive...? People here need to thicken their skins. Jesus.

Our chances of being 6-0 are almost as good as the chances of a Nirvana reuinion tour. The Tech game will be like a love scene from "Oz," and it is by no means a sure thing that we beat Wake or Pitt. I really hate to shatter anyone's illusions, but we're not good. And when you're not good, you don't run around predicting 9-2, 6-0, harvests of gold or sunshine on the mountains. You shut up until you don't suck any more, and then you can puff out your chest. Let's earn it before we spend it. We sucked last year, and there is a fairly decent chance that we will suck again this year.

You could go stand outside during a lightning storm, holding aloft the weeny fork from your set of BBQ tools. It's not a perfect solution, but you wouldn't be troubled by the automatic e-mails...

The kid is a player. The only problem is that we're going to have to put up with an entire season of cheeseball Rose calling him "The Flying Nunn," or something asinine like that.

Are you calling Coach Callahan a "one trick pony"? Uh, no. Unless the Italian chefs you know only know how to make chicken parmesan. If Bill Callahan was capable of putting a team on the field that led the NFL in rushing, I don't see why he couldn't run the option or something like it, given that the personnel he'd inherited were all holdovers from the old regime. But that's a moot point. He could've won six or seven and gotten us to a bowl game if he'd done so, but he chose what he did... To our detriment. Yay, Bill.

(1) 30 years, give or take... (2) Nature (3) Born in Valentine (4) Southlake, TX (5) '95 Orange Bowl (6) The day we hired Bill Callahan instead of Pellini (7) Too many to count--between home, road and bowls, easily 100+ (8) See above (9) One of Brook Berringer's game-worn jerseys (10) Doesn't matter--as long as there's beer... (11) Ken Spaeth (12) F*** the WCO. The Osborne Power I was a perfect college offense. (13) Neither. Byrne was a crook and Pedersen has all the charm of a Rikki Lake stool sample. (14) Herbie. L'il Red belongs on Castro Street with a fist up his butt. (15) Fullback trap or the ol' slot counter (16) These days? Hemlock. (17) Bad luck.

Hey--is it true that they cut off Bevo's testacles? Or am I thinking of Chris Simms?

Whereas the quality of the information on this board is right in line with the price.

I don't know what you'd be thinking. When I get aroused, I have to pull a gun to scare away the lumberjacks and herpetologists.

What was funny about this? Did he walk out on the field wearing a pocket-protector with an amusing saying screen-printed on it? A football jersey with pi in place of a uniform number? I mean, we all know how wacky those chemistry majors can get... Seriously--don't any of you understand what's funny? Or do none of you have lives?

Oh--the man in charge of the student section is going to teach me how to read. Be sure to bring along one your Mom's Barbara Cartland novels.