"Though I received no official response to these sophisticated and elegant tweets to the Illini Athletic Department, I would like to think that Beckman spent the evening prank calling everyone in Illinois named George McLellan and then ordering an absurd amount of hats off an internet haberdashery to hoard in his home's hat annex."
A new word has been proposed to be added to Webster's Dictionary- TRESSELED (verb)- when one misleads and is dishonest with his employer and regulatory body that results in dismissal from employment and brings ethical shame.
The Freep (no link for obvious reasons) is reporting that WDFN will be re-instituting local personalities on their airwaves. No Stoney and Wojo however--the afternoon drive time slot will be filled by DREW SHARP and Matt Shepard. Mornings are Sean Baligian and Tom Kowalski. The also replaced Rome at noon is with Colin fucking Cowherd. They begin Tuesday.
Jon Gruden has been great tonight. Very entertaining to listen to and a major upgrade from Tony K.
In light of the weekend hockey events, I have decided to chime in and beat a dead horse. With a different perspective of course.
Because this is a "diary" I will take you back to 1992. It is a warm atumn evening and the lawn needs to be mowed. I am 13 years old and hate that lawn. In fact at this point, I hate life. Parents are dumb, and people are annoying in general. As I mow back and forth about 12 times, it is then time to dump the bag.(yes, I knew at level 3 it took 12 swipes to fill that @#$%&*! bag)
As I go to the dump pile, which seemed about 8 miles away, I see something come from nowhere out of the corner of my eye. The bag of grass goes flying with the clippings all over the freshly mowed grass. I was busy minding my business doing my stupid chores; the right way and some DOUCHE messes with me. It is on! I proceed to chase this freak around the yard and run his ass into a corner on the deck. His only option is to grab the 3 wood that is resting in the corner. Next thing I know I am staring up at the gray skies. That MF'er knocked me cold with the 3 wood.(he threw it and it connected...he knew he could not get in close enough to swing it at me) Who would do such a thing?
You guessed it, that MF'er was my LITTLE brother. Par for the course. I wondered why the events at Yost on Saturday felt so familiar after watching the replays.....
I am a little confused why our corners line up 10 yards off the line of scrimage most of the time. It seems we just concede yards underneath in pass coverage. Also I saw Trent and Cissoko both get burned because they stared at the QB the whole time which allowed the reciever to get open. Is there a reason for this? I really think Cissoko will turn out to be great but I can't wait for Trent to be gone. Brown is the defensive equivalent to Sheridan. Why can't we takle?