It’s an extended weekend for many Americans, including myself. I am off Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and guess what I shall be doing…
Drinking mass quantities of potent potables and watching College Football!!
Damn Straight!! The 2009 NCAA Football season begins Thursday night, and the initial week of games continues right on through Monday.
Oh dear God, I do love it so.There are a couple of really good match-ups taking place…Oregon vs. Boise State, Georgia vs. Oklahoma State, Alabama vs. Virginia Tech, and of course Saturday afternoon…
The Wolfpack of The University of Nevada invades South Bend to take on my beloved Notre Dame Fighting Irish.
I have no doubt that ND will suck, break my heart, and leave me spewing expletives from my mouth and steam from my big ears.
I have suffered through the Davie years, lost hope through the Willingham years, and now, I throw things at the TV through the Charlie Weis years.
Charlie “I Helped to Coach 18,000 Super Bowl Champions” Weis, has consistently put a defense on the field that operates under what I call, “The Croquet Wicket System” because ND opponents have no trouble rolling right through it.
He has done a decent job developing current Cleveland Browns and former ND QB Brady Quinn as well as current Irish QB Jimmy Claussen. Quinn and Claussen have become decent players because of Weis’ genius.
The success of those two has been in large part due to the fact Weis is incapable of developing an effective running game even if his upcoming opponent is, The University of Blind Thalidomide Babies.
When a team can’t run the ball, and as a result has to throw it often, a QB can get pretty good at passing and getting up off of his ass after taking a bone crushing, blind side hit from a 325 pound defensive end.
Oh Charlie…How you make us Notre Dame fans proud.
In fact, you make the entire Irish race proud, because when seeing a couple of Irish guys like Quinn and Claussen never failing to get up after another pounding on national TV, it proves how tough we Irish truly are.
God Bless Ya, Charlie.
On a sad note…
We suffered a death in the Bagwine Family over the weekend. The remote to our cable box, whom I have loved, adored, and long ago named, hANNd Margret, died from natural causes.
My sexy siren who offered me a world of entertainment, ease of channel surfing, and a feeling of omnipotence, could give no more.As a result of her passing, I must trot down to our local Time Warner Cable office sometime this morning, and pick up a new channel girl...
For this weekend, I have beer to drink, a Charlie Weis Voodoo Doll to construct, and dozens of college football games between which I must be able to flip back and forth.
Cheers!!
