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This is the closest WTFIMSMS to my real job, I think

Why, yes, I DO bear an uncanny resemblance to Andrew Luck

So you might have heard, I work here now:

Here is the url, which is useful in internet operations, and which I am spelling out because it looks very important that way: http://college-football.si.com/. JIMINY CRICKET Y'ALL.

 

Getting dusty around here, innit?

With the new gig, I've got neither need nor inclination nor time to post links to every single piece I write in every far-flung corner of God's green internet. (You're in luck, though, gentle internet stalker: Thanks to my SB Nation exclusivity clause, I'm producing everything sporty at either EDSBS or the mothership. You can track all posts from both sites on my SBN profile.) And with the job hunt long over, this site will revert to the pure portfolio it was intended to be. Entries will disappear. Newer and fewer ones will show up. But never fear -- this will still be the site you can take home to Momma, with precious few dick jokes and all the doilies neatly pressed. Take care, internet.

[SBN] A teary, greasy farewell to the PapaJohns.com Bowl

Pour out a tiny tub of garlic butter sauce at your next meal, and mourn 'til you join the PapaJohns.com Bowl. College football's premier postseason contest named after a pizza chain website is abruptly no more, with the company declining to pick up its contract option for 2010 and beyond in the wake of the Papa's new deal with the NFL.

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Somebody get Earlham College some spotlight

Earlham College, for those of you not up on your lesser elements of college football, is not worthy of too much scrutiny by the average workaday fan of the game. It's an itty-bitty program in Indiana, with athletes competing in D-III, and its athletic department website touts such accomplishments as a former quarterback catching on with the Indoor Football League.

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Will West Virginia's sartorial shenanigans draw NCAA ire?

With West Virginia's failure-to-monitor chickens coming home to roost, the Mountaineers can ill afford any more compliance-related missteps, but after two days of camp, here we are: illegal fashion statements on the practice field! Do the Mountain State's propensities for bootlegging know no bounds? Can you stand to breathe with all this intrigue?!

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Fear the internet-based, vaguely intimated wrath of LeBron

So, LeBron is crankypants, because in addition to being an internationally recognized superstar athlete, unfathomably rich and seeing no end in sight to either fame or fortune, he also insists upon being liked.

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Meet the new Marshall, same as the old Marshall

When one hires a coach named Doc Holliday, one has the right to expect no little law-dispensing to take place. Lucky for Doc, he's currently employed as a football coach at Marshall, giving him ample opportunity to practice his natural craft, most lately kicking three incoming freshmen out of the Herd, apparently for their involvement in a felony robbery ... of pizza boys?

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Starting OK State DE Jamie Blatnick cited for felony assault

Say this for Oklahoma State: Despite the motormouthed presences of both T. Boone Pickens and Mike Gundy, it's a program that manages not to make too many ill-thought, public missteps (this year). Jamie Blatnick, junior 'Pokes DE, projected starter for 2010, and well-accounted smart kid, is putting paid to that notion.

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)

[SBN] Paul the Psychic Octopus invades the hearts of Russia

The CSKA Moscow/Spartak Moscow rivalry has everything a hot-blooded sports fan could possibly wish for: Matches played in front of 75,000 fans and 2,400 guards (guards spaced three feet apart and protected by a moat, a fence, and a legion of attack dogs), reliably frequent violent outbursts, fans ripping seats out of the stadium to brain each other with, and full-speed play in two feet of snow surrounded by howling crowds of shirtless drunks.

Over the weekend, these sporting Russian hooligans further endeared themselves to the international community with a display of devotion to soccer's most venerated cephalopod, Paul the Psychic Octopus.

(Read the rest at SB Nation.)