Holy crap, that was good times.
In case you missed it, our initial rankings, with links to our absurdist and unlikely previews (now with more bad math!) is here.
“Gentlemen, my balls are weighty. They have heft. They are dense, like dark matter.”
Occasionally, some pansy-ass quarterback will have some large person drive him to the unforgiving turf and cause him bodily harm. Fingers dislocate, shoulders separate, ribs get tweaked. Many times, the quarterback will dip into the chutzpah (pronounced “cortisone”) reserves, and get back out there, you know, if it’s not his throwing shoulder/hand/wrist/arm. Dr. Clint Dolezel, Ph.D., doesn’t give a shit. He will separate his throwing shoulder and DEMAND to go out there for the last 7 minutes, and win the damn game. He’ll throw another touchdown on a bad wing, why not. He also sounds like Matt Saracen from Friday Night Lights - I’ll prove it, I swear. What, the result of the rest of the game? The Scrappy Chris Griesen and Georgia were outdueled by the veteran Desperados. DALLAS 51, Georgia 41
Rest of the weekend, after the thing. Oh, yeah, home team in caps.
