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ITEM:  T-sip U. the other day inked a 20-year, $300 extra-large (that’s million  to those of you in the Church of the SubTarded) contract with the four-lettered Mickey Mouse outfit (that’d be “ESPN” to the aforementioned SubTarded) to broadcast TU athletic events.

UT President William Powers Jr. said the agreement, which also involves IMG College, a company that handles marketing and licensing for the university, will create 50 to 100 network jobs based at Royal-Memorial Stadium, fund some academic initiatives and further cement the university’s sports brand, already one of the most lucrative in the nation.

”We see this as a very important part of sort of continuing to reinvent the models through which we do business,” Powers said. “This is reflective of being much more creative in how public higher education positions itself as we go forward, even aside from the athletics.”

LORD VENOMOUS’ REACTION:  Well, they have to meet the player payroll somehow.

(NOTE:  The above is my First Amendment-protected opinion.  TU attorneys – you can turn it sideways and go fuck yourselves with it.)

If Gary Patterson doesn’t get fooled by a Smurf Turf Eff-head State fake punt a year ago, this is TCU v. Auburn we’re watching tonight.

Memo to Smurf Turf Dickweed State:

We  beat them 47-7.

In their own fucking backyard.

And  we didn’t have to use trick plays to get there, either.

Yeah, I think we’re a helluva lot better than you pussies.  We  don’t lose to teams like Nevada.

Turn out the lights – the party really is  over now.

“Dandy Don” Meredith has passed.

He was well known as the Cowboys’ first winning quarterback, i.e. he ran the team the first time they posted a winning record.  And he was already well-known in Dallas as SMU’s quarterback.  But his fame (notoriety?) took off a couple years after he retired – for that’s when he became the third man in the triumvirate of announcers doing ABC’s Monday Night Football, opposite Frank Gifford & Howard Cosell.  And America became enamored with the song:

Turn out the lights

The party’s over

They say that

All good things must end

Call it tonight

The party’s over

And tomorrow starts

The same old thing again

Goodnight, Dandy Don.  You left us too soon.

Didja see this?

And the final from Reno, NV:

#3 Smurf Turf Bullshit State 31, at #19 Nevada 34

It is a Perfect Football Weekend™ already.  I don’t give a shit what  the rest of my teams do.

Woo-Fuckin’-Hoo!!!!! 

UPDATE:  ESPN showed one of the Wolfpack touchdowns coming off what looked like a double reverse (though it coulda been just a single – I only got one look at it).

Memo to Chrissy Peterson:  Live by the trick play, die by the trick play, you dumbass.

Couldn’t happen to a nicer team. 

Kirk Herbstreit wouldn’t know pass interference if it bit him on his swishy ass.

UPDATE:  2nd idle thought:  A&M can mug Nebraska with fucking impunity, yet Nebraska can’t so much as breathe  on the Aggie-ettes without drawing a flag.  Eleven-on-eighteen is still  not a fair fight.

3rd idle thought:  TCU would kick A&M’s ass up the field and back down.  These pussies in maroon ain’t quite the hot shits that they think.

(Via BaD Radio over at the ticket)

Babe Laufenberg & Bill Jones over at KTVT Channel 11 in Dallas are reporting (via Twitter) that Coach Stay-Puf, Wade Phillips, has been shown the door after yet another miserable loss, this time to the Packers at Green Bay, 7-45.

More later in the PFW mega-recap, plus a link when it becomes available.

For now…

UPDATE:  And as promised…the link.

Jason “Red-Headed Jesus Genius” Garrett takes over on an interim basis, i.e. the rest of the season.  Whereupon Owner Jethro will immdiately hire someone else on whom the other 31 teams passed, who will in turn spare all of us to death.

The more things change…

There will be NO  communiques from the Southern Command™ of any  type for at least the next three weeks.

I trust I make myself clear.

The Vicar has been told that on Sunday evening he may not watch his TV shows. It seems that his better half has this irrational addiction to some sort of game in which 22 guys fight over a pigskin bladder. Apparently something called the NFL Pre-season begins this week.

I ask you what is more important, watching a bunch of guys fight over a ball, or watching some “real men”(and one woman) wrestle big rigs up the Dalton to Prudhoe Bay?

First, the Dallas C’girlz made it a point to say that they were going to make a big splash in free agency.

During combine, owner Jerry Jones predicted next season’s roster could feature 10 or more new players and talked about current players competing for playing time. Changes will come through free agency, draft or players already in organizations.

Then free agency started, and the ‘Girlz did a sit-by-the-phone bit while big-name free agents signed with other teams.

Now it doesn’t seem to be that much of a concern for Owner Jethro (hat tip once again to the Startlegram’s Gil LeBreton).

No one is better than Jerry Jones at providing a Jerry Jones-ism to describe the Cowboys’ approach thus far in the NFL’s uncapped year.

“There’s no angst about getting anxious here,” the Cowboys owner said. “We’re just watching it unfold.”

“We’re pleased with what we have in place with the Dallas Cowboys,” Jones said, “but if you look at our past several years, we’ve never jumped right out there in free agency.

“The last several years, we haven’t been big off the bat right out front.

Yeah, well – the last several years, the C’girls also haven’t been major players on the field – particularly so during, y’know Jerry, the playoffs.

I could  be wrong here, but I’d venture to guess there’s something of a correlation.  Particularly for a team that hasn’t been accused of drafting that well since Jimmy left.

Now, the Cowboys may – at some point – get to play the Super Bowl when it’s Arlington’s turn to host it.

Based on what I’ve seen so far, though, I’d say it won’t be this year.

Tom Brookshier passed away Saturday night at the age of 78.  Those of The Six Or Seven™ who have followed football for any length of time will remember that, before John Madden, Pat Summerall teamed with Brookshier to form CBS’ #1 broadcast team during the 1970s – back when CBS had the rights to the NFC, including the Dallas C’boys.

Brookshier had a memorable interview, speaking of the ‘Boys, with Dallas running back/enigma Duane Thomas, who answered only one of Brookshier’s questions, and that with only one word – “Evidently” (when asked if Thomas really was as fast as advertised).

Which is, of course, why the Dullest Moaning Snooze  elected to focus on the interview, rather than on Brookshier.

Got this off the Yahoo! Sports site (good luck looking for it if you go there, just enjoy the anti-Minnehaha schadenfreude):

(Sung to the tune of Oscar Meyer’s “My Bologna Has A First Name”)

From the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel blog:

My interception has a first name, it’s B R E T T

My interception has a second name it’s F A V R E

Oh I love to throw them every day, but if you ask me why I’ll say

‘Cause Vikings players have a way of C H O K I N G

Oh, SNAP! 

Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it, Brett?

You threw one pass too many last week, but you got away with it.

This week…not so much.

After a battered Brett Favre threw away the game with an interception deep in Saints territory at the end of regulation, Drew Brees guided New Orleans to the Minnesota 22. Hartley, suspended at the start of the season for using a banned stimulant, split the uprights.

BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…~!!!!!11!!!!ONE!!1!ELEVENTY!!1!!1 

I understand that our Fearless king and tyrant’s football team had issues this past week?