A quick thought while riding on the bus today:


IF Charlie Weis and Mark Mangino lined up on one goal line and took off running in a 100-yard dash at the same time Mike Gottfried started to recite the alphabet, who would finish first?

TRICK QUESTION!

Mark Mangino dies at his own 30 lard line, Weis makes it to opponent's territory but is struck by lightning because Touchdown Jesus does not like to have the opposition hang 40 on the domers, and Mike Gottfried forgets what he's doing somewhere around "F" and tells a story about a sandwich he ate one time at a diner that lasts for 8 hours and has 100 words in it.

And since we seem to have an unhealthy obsession with obesity and man-tits on this blog, I want to point out that Philip Fulmer is starting to sport a pretty sexy set of manmaries lately. If Tennessee and Notre Dame played, I'd have to change the channel when the coaches jog to midfield after the game, especially if one had a gatorade bath beforehand.

Hey! Who wants to have a wet T-shirt contest with some of these coaches! We can print a calendar and then sandpaper our eyes out of our head. I'm really just hoping that the image of Charlie Weiss running in slow motion drenched in gatorade has at least one person reaching for a trashcan so he toss his breakfast. Then I'll know we've made a difference.