This is upgrading?

Dropped this off to get fixed:

<-- Ye, olde Vue








Thought I'd get this as the rental:

<-- El Sentra






Ended up getting this as the "upgrade":










<-- Big, friggin' huge Titan










Not exactly what I had in mind. But it's different. Haven't really decided if I like it or not yet though. I'll give it another day or so.

D

Where’s “What’s up, doc?”

TV Land has compiled its list of the “100 greatest catchphrases in TV”, and reading through it is like a Who’s Who of all the “people” who helped baby-sit and raise me over the years. It’s also a little scary to look at this and realize that it’s half of my lexicon. Ok, it’s more than a little scary.

In alphabetical order, TV Land's list:

_"Aaay" (Fonzie, "Happy Days")
_"And that's the way it is" (Walter Cronkite, "CBS Evening News")
_"Ask not what your country can do for you ..." (John F. Kennedy)
_"Baby, you're the greatest" (Jackie Gleason as Ralph Kramden, "The Honeymooners")
_"Bam!" (Emeril Lagasse, "Emeril Live")
_"Book 'em, Danno" (Steve McGarrett, "Hawaii Five-O")
_"Come on down!" (Johnny Olson, "The Price is Right")
_"Danger, Will Robinson" (Robot, "Lost in Space")
_"De plane! De plane!" (Tattoo, "Fantasy Island")
_"Denny Crane" (Denny Crane, "Boston Legal")
_"Do you believe in miracles?" (Al Michaels, 1980 Winter Olympics)
_"D'oh!" (Homer Simpson, "The Simpsons")
_"Don't make me angry ..." (David Banner, "The Incredible Hulk")
_"Dyn-o-mite" (J.J., "Good Times")
_"Elizabeth, I'm coming!" (Fred Sanford, "Sanford and Son")
_"Gee, Mrs. Cleaver ..." (Eddie Haskell, "Leave it to Beaver")
_"God'll get you for that" (Maude, "Maude")
_"Good grief" (Charlie Brown, "Peanuts" specials)
_"Good night, and good luck" (Edward R. Murrow, "See It Now")
_"Good night, John Boy" ("The Waltons")
_"Have you no sense of decency?" (Joseph Welch to Sen. McCarthy)
_"Heh heh" (Beavis and Butt-head, "Beavis and Butthead")
_"Here it is, your moment of Zen" (Jon Stewart, "The Daily Show")
_"Here's Johnny!" (Ed McMahon, "The Tonight Show")
_"Hey now!" (Hank Kingsley, "The Larry Sanders Show")
_"Hey hey hey!" (Dwayne Nelson, "What's Happening!!")
_"Hey hey hey!" (Fat Albert, "Fat Albert")
_"Holy (whatever), Batman!" (Robin, "Batman")
_"Holy crap!" (Frank Barone, "Everybody Loves Raymond")
_"Homey don't play that!" (Homey the Clown, "In Living Color")
_"How sweet it is!" (Jackie Gleason, "The Jackie Gleason Show")
_"How you doin'?" (Joey Tribbiani, "Friends")
_"I can't believe I ate the whole thing" (Alka Seltzer ad)
_"I know nothing!" (Sgt. Schultz, "Hogan's Heroes")
_"I love it when a plan comes together" (Hannibal, "The A-Team")
_"I want my MTV!" (MTV ad)
_"I'm Larry, this is my brother Darryl ..." (Larry, "Newhart")
_"I'm not a crook ..." (Richard Nixon)
_"I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV" (Vicks Formula 44 ad)
_"I'm Rick James, bitch!" (Dave Chappelle as Rick James, "Chappelle's Show")
_"Is that your final answer?" (Regis Philbin, "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire")
_"It keeps going and going and going ..." (Energizer Batteries ad)
_"It takes a licking ..." (Timex ad)
_"Jane, you ignorant slut" (Dan Aykroyd to Jane Curtin, "Saturday Night Live")
_"Just one more thing ..." (Columbo, "Columbo")
_"Let's be careful out there" (Sgt. Esterhaus, "Hill Street Blues")
_"Let's get ready to rumble!" (Michael Buffer, various sports events)
_"Live long and prosper" (Spock, "Star Trek")
_"Makin' whoopie" (Bob Eubanks, "The Newlywed Game")
_"Mom always liked you best" (Tommy Smothers, "The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour")
_"Never assume ..." (Felix Unger, "The Odd Couple")
_"Nip it!" (Barney Fife, "The Andy Griffith Show")
_"No soup for you!" (The Soup Nazi, "Seinfeld")
_"Norm!" ("Cheers")
_"Now cut that out!" (Jack Benny, "The Jack Benny Program")
_"Oh, my God! They killed Kenny!" (Stan and Kyle, "South Park")
_"Oh, my nose!" (Marcia Brady, "The Brady Bunch")
_"One small step for man ..." (Neil Armstrong)
_"Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?" (Grey Poupon ad)
_"Read my lips: No new taxes!" (George H.W. Bush)
_"Resistance is futile" (Picard as Borg, "Star Trek: The Next Generation")
_"Say good night, Gracie" (George Burns, "The Burns & Allen Show")
_"Schwing!" (Mike Myers and Dana Carvey as Wayne and Garth, "Saturday Night Live")
_"Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy" (Lloyd Bentsen to Dan Quayle)
_"Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids" (Trix cereal ad)
_"Smile, you're on `Candid Camera'" ("Candid Camera")
_"Sock it to me" ("Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In")
_"Space, the final frontier ..." (Capt. Kirk, "Star Trek")
_"Stifle!" (Archie Bunker, "All in the Family")
_"Suit up!" (Barney Stinson, "How I Met Your Mother")
_"Tastes great! Less filling!" (Miller Lite beer ad)
_"Tell me what you don't like about yourself" (Dr. McNamara and Dr. Troy, "Nip/Tuck")
_"That's hot" (Paris Hilton, "The Simple Life")
_"The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat" (Jim McKay, "ABC's Wide World of Sports")
_"The tribe has spoken" (Jeff Probst, "Survivor")
_"The truth is out there" (Fox Mulder, "The X-Files")
_"This is the city ..." (Sgt. Joe Friday, "Dragnet")
_"Time to make the donuts" ("Dunkin' Donuts" ad)
_"Two thumbs up" (Siskel & Ebert, "Siskel & Ebert")
_"Up your nose with a rubber hose" (Vinnie Barbarino, "Welcome Back, Kotter")
_"We are two wild and crazy guys!" (Steve Martin and Dan Aykroyd as Czech playboys, "Saturday Night Live")
_"Welcome to the O.C., bitch" (Luke, "The O.C.")
_"Well, isn't that special?" (Dana Carvey as the Church Lady, "Saturday Night Live")
_"We've got a really big show!" (Ed Sullivan, "The Ed Sullivan Show")
_"Whassup?" (Budweiser ad)
_"What you see is what you get!" (Geraldine, "The Flip Wilson Show")
_"Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?" (Arnold Drummond, "Diff'rent Strokes")
_"Where's the beef?" (Wendy's ad)
_"Who loves you, baby?" (Kojak, "Kojak")
_"Would you believe?" (Maxwell Smart, "Get Smart")
_"Yabba dabba do!" (Fred Flintstone, "The Flintstones")
_"Yada, yada, yada" ("Seinfeld")
_"Yeah, that's the ticket" ( Jon Lovitz as the pathological liar, "Saturday Night Live")
_"You eeeediot!" (Ren, "Ren & Stimpy")
_"You look mahvelous!" ( Billy Crystal as Fernando, "Saturday Night Live")
_"You rang?" (Lurch, "The Addams Family")
_"You're fired!" (Donald Trump, "The Apprentice")
_"You've got spunk ..." (Lou Grant, "The Mary Taylor Moore Show")
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“Suit up!”? That actually made it into the “100 greatest catchphrases in TV”? I mean, really? And something like “I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs” didn’t? What about “Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener…” or “Cause Stone Cold said so!”? Those didn’t cut it?

But what do I know? I’m the guy who would’ve suggested they put in “Who wears short shorts?”

D

I demand respect for using the word "lexicon".

Best. Channel. Ever.

As I mentioned after going to the Transplant’s wedding, Tuscaloosa has the best channel ever:

“Traffic Channel”!

I kid you not. It’s that damned good.

The screen cycles through 4 different traffic cameras around the city, shows a Doppler screen with current weather, and also offers up the Homeland Security Threat Warning color level too.

But it’s the traffic cams that make it. You’d never think sitting there watching traffic would be so entertaining. But I assure you, it is. So much so, that it was the only thing that Yogus and I watched all Friday, part of Saturday, and one last time on Sunday before we left.

We sat there trying to track cars through the screens, busted out the map to figure out where the intersections were, and yelled at each other about how you can’t just pick the white truck to follow because half of them are white. We also toyed with the idea of trying to make a banner and hang it over the bridge in front of one of the cams, but decided against it. Just think how funny a sign that says “Even people in Alabama think VanGorder should be fired!” would be.

Then came the bright idea to bring Traffic Channel to the ‘Boro. Northland Cable would have the biggest hit ever. At least for the first couple of weeks until it’s taken off the air because of all the accidents; Chinese fire drills; excessive nudity; and blatant disregard for any federal, state, local or FCC laws. But it would be pure, absolute gold until then.

We also thought about replacing the elevator musak that they had with our own live DJs who could take calls and emails, and do a little play by play for the drive times. But then we kept running into all the violations again. Maybe we should see if HBO or Showtime would pick it up…

Sadly, we screwed ourselves on our best idea when forgot to tape 6 hours worth of Traffic Channel to bring back to show everyone just how damned wonderful watching 4 static cameras can be. It could have been passed around and had copies made just like that tape in The Ring, except this tape gets you wasted instead of dead.

D

Christmas comes early

And from Britney Spears no less...



Britney To Give Away Sex Tape?

When? When damnit?!

D

As close to “Pimp My Ride” as I’ll probably ever get

Went to see the claims adjuster this morning to see what all the damage was gonna total up to. Not that I really cared all that much because The Gecko is gonna pay for it, and I will incur no expense. At least, I better not.

After parts and labor, they’re looking at dropping about $2,300 bucks to replace the bumper, some safety features and the tailgate/hatch door/whatever the hell that thing is. The guy even factored in a $6 “VUE” logo on the back since he said those things crack easily when trying to remove them.

They’re even providing me with a rental car for the 5 days or so that I’ll be sans Grimlock. I just have to call them tomorrow to make sure that there will be something available for me when I drop it off on Monday. I hope it’s something cool and sporty. But I’ll probably end up with a stupid Ford Taurus, or better yet, a frickin’ Focus.

The claims adjuster was really nice and even asked me if he thought they were speedy enough during the whole process or if anything could have been done differently. Not having any prior accident experience, I told him that I didn’t have anything to compare it to; but everything went smoothly enough for me. The fact that it was drivable and made it to and from Tuscaloosa was enough to pacify me really.

While it sucks that I’m not gonna get to make any money off this, it’s a relief to know that I’m really not having to do a whole hell of a lot in order to get this all done. Or spend any money. Sweet.

D

Slutty Pumpkins, Not Mobys, & Pineapples Oh My!

How I Met You Mother: Season 1 is now available on DVD.

If you’ve never watched this show, you’re severely depriving yourself. With Scrubs not back on the air just yet, I maintain that this is probably the funniest (if not the best) half-hour on television right now. Dare I say it? I do… even more so than My Name is Earl or The Office. There. I said it.

I’ll just add this to the Library of Congress-sized list of the TV on DVD sets that I want.

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"Will drink for Internet!"

I feel really disconnected from the Internet, like I don’t have a clue as to what’s going on anywhere. Back in the pre-Internet Embargo days, I knew about everything that was going on. Sports, comics, TV, movies, news, etc… You name it, I probably knew more about it than you did, or at least knew about it a little earlier. But now, I’m lucky if I know what I’m doing 10 minutes from now.

Every time I get on the computer now, I really probably only have about 30 minutes of activity. And it’s all usually after work and before I go running or do errands. So I pretty much go to the same places every time, however briefly. It’s really neither quality nor quantity.

Today’s the first day I’ve been able to actually have some quality time with my beloved Interweb, and yet I keep freezing up. I guess I’m like a kid in a candy store or me in a liquor store: too many options and my brain overloads, so I just stand there looking at the same bottle of Beam for 15 minutes. I’m just not used to it any more.

I know that I’ve said this before, but I’m saying it again now (and I’ll probably say it again in the future): I need to get a computer.

Here's hoping that I stumble upon a great deal on a laptop, and actually find myself in the 21st century.

D

Welcome to Thunderdome

VS

Yes, as some of you may have heard (or seen on ESPN2 or Sportscenter), my beloved Eagles went into Cameron and took on those dispicable Dook Blue Devils.

The held their own in the first half and gave those Crazies a little bit of a scare. But in the 2nd half it got away from us, and Duke did what Duke does and went and put us away.

I'm just proud as shit that Georgia Southern played as well as they did, for as long as they did. And if that effort was any indication of things to come this season, then I'll be a happy Eagle for the rest of the season.

The next big opponent for the Eagles: Illinois.

Go Eagles!

D

No Runaway Bride this time...

I spent the past weekend in Tuscaloosa for The Transplant’s wedding. And I’m really trying my best to remember everything that went on, but the fact that I drank like a friggin’ fish for most of the time doesn’t help a ton. I may require a little assistance from The Blonde if she decides to chime in down under in the comments section.

Friday:
Left with Yogus for the 6 & ½ hour trek to Tuscaloosa at around 7:30 am in order to make sure we got there early and had time for everything. And Jesus am I glad that we did. A couple of the groomsmen were late (and missed the rehearsal) and I thought Michael’s head was gonna explode.

After 5 & ½ hours of hearing ESPN Radio talking about Rutgers (I hate Rutgers now), Yogus and I get to the hotel, check in, sift through the gift bag, find the tiny bottle of wine, and proceed to do a 2 person wine toss. Funny yes, but barely enough to whet our whistle.

Skip past the 2 groomsmen-shy rehearsal and dinner, and we land at what could be the last Middleground show ever. 2 hours and change later and the guys have sufficiently rocked the taints right off everyone in the whole damned bar. And I’m still sober. Yep, I managed to make it through an entire Middleground show sober. Well, sober for me anyways. And only because I ended up getting hosed and becoming the guy who gets to load all the equipment into his car and make sure it gets back to the hotel. Awesome.

After a last beer at the bar, Yogus and I manage to find a gas station that wasn’t closed for cleaning between the hours of 2 and 4, and I get some beer to drink at the hotel. A few minutes of watching the best channel in the world (I’m saving that for its own post) later, and we head down to drink and have some cigarettes outside. We talked the security guard into letting us sit out there for a half hour. 2 and a half (and all the beer later), and we call it a night.

Saturday:
We’re supposed to be somewhere for pictures at 1:30. 1:30! We dragged our asses out of bed around 12, mostly due to Michael’s incessant calling (he was none too pleased when I told him we were up ‘til 5am). We make our way to the University Club for pictures (on time too) and then get to play the waiting game. For like an hour. Photographer shows up, we take the pictures, and then all the groomsman not related to Avant haul ass to the hotel bar to get a beer and watch as much of the Georgia Southern – Furman game as we can before we have to be at the church. Stupid bar wasn’t open, so we run upstairs to watch a few minutes and then head over.

Ushering goes like a semi-orchestrated train wreck, I don’t trip on the way down, the flower girl uses maybe 15 petals out of the entire bucket, the ring bearer plays with a needle most of the time and probably had to go to the bathroom the entire time, both Michael and Lydia actually say “I do”, Michael almost cries, no one wins the bet because we all bet he would, I kinda snicker when I hear that he’s written some of his own vows, the Unity candle actually lights, The Blonde cries again while reading her spiel, I don’t trip and take the assigned bridesmaid with me, and everything goes okey dokey. That was the wedding.

The Reception was, well, a reception. Lots of beer, lots of making fun of people, lots of me not dancing, Yogus and I rearranging the replica GSU National Championship flags on the Groom’s cake in chronological order, doing dirty things with the veggie table, all of the groomsmen almost starting a Tuscaloosa chapter of the Eagle Club after we ran into an alum out there, and a few other hazy things.

But it was getting all kinds of wasted (doing nothing but shots) at the hotel bar in this classy outfit that really made my night. Well, other than the wedding.



That is nothing but class right there.

Sunday:
Got to brunch to try and soak up as much of the booze as I could so we could make another Homeward Bound-esque trip. Said goodbyes and congratulations and headed off. Got back without incident, picked up the Future Overlord, and finally unpacked. Then I proceeded to drink all the beer and liquor in the house until I ran out at 3 in the morning. I may have a problem.

All I wanna know now is, who’s getting married next?

D


Dirty veggies.

Grimlock takes one in the tailpipe

Okey dokey. First there was “Prescription Adventure ’06!”

And I didn’t think it could get much more aggravating than that. Well, I didn’t want any more aggravation than that, so I decided to avoid all the waiting and other non-pleasantries that would accompany voting and I just said “Fuck it”. I know. I’m a bad American. It’s cool though. I’ll just get adopted by the Japanese (and I’d be a giant over there too!).

Anyways, I skipped voting and went home to eat and get ready to take the Future Overlord to Tommy & Kelley’s to get him acclimated over there since Kelley will be watching him this weekend. But before I left I remembered that I needed to take X3 back to the store as to avoid having to pay a late fee and spending more money the most “Meh”-worthy movie I can recall seeing. So I decided to drop it off on the way instead of going straight over.

“Dear Loki,
Why didn’t I just take it back afterwards? Oh, yeah. Because I’m on “Screw Big, Dumb American!” that’s why. Damnit.”

So I drop off the movie, head on over to Tommy & Kelley’s, and then comes the coup de grace of the day:

Getting rear ended like a prisoner on Oz.

It’s nothing real bad though. Grimlock just got a few flesh wounds. Take a look:

I was just sitting there at a red light, minding my own business, and probably thinking of something random and useless; when *WHAM!* Stuff starts flying forward, I thought the dog was gonna join me up front, and I got knocked out of my flip flops.

The first thing I did after putting the hazard lights on was get out and check on the dog, then the damage, and then see how bad the other car was. The lady that hit me creamed her little PT Cruiser. There was a fire in the engine and everything. I would have thought it cooler except for all the smoke billowing into the car via the let down windows for Brody.

It took all of about a minute for a cop to show up as he was about 50 yards away writing someone a ticket on the side of the road. And the whole thing really didn’t last but maybe 10-15 minutes as he gathered all the info and then let me go since my car was still in good condition to drive. Hers? Not so much. She had to be towed.

Later, on the way home, I just thought that if something else happened to me that night, on the way home or afterwards, I was gonna lose it and end SBDA a little prematurely. But then I remembered that I’d be missing a lot of good TV, so there went that empty threat.

I know it could have been a lot worse. I do. I just don’t know why the Japanese find it so damned funny to consistently piss me off. I guess I’m their live-action version of Homer Simpson or something.

D

Big, Dumb American and the Next to Last Crusade

I need to get off this damned show. It’s killing me ever-so slowly with days like yesterday that are chock-full of suckiness.

First was a trip to the doctor’s office for a quick check-up/exam. I was in and out in an hour, so not so bad really. Could have done without the $30 co-pay though. Then came the trip to get the medicine which tested my patience to its limits. I’m now referring to this as “Prescription Adventure ’06!”

Went to Eckerd’s, which is 2 buildings up from the doctor’s office, because they’re usually pretty quick with the medicine and well, it’s really close to the doctor’s office. I walk up and ask if the prescription has been called in, but it hadn’t been. So I wait, make a few trips around the store, and skim half the newest Men’s Health for probably 20-something minutes before I go and ask them again. Still no joy. But they said they’d call to get it. Another few trips around the store and an imaginary shopping spree later, and they call me up to the desk to tell me that they don’t have 1 of the 2 needed ingredients. Fanfuckingtastic. So they want to know if I’d like to come back tomorrow to see if they have it (notice the “if”) or they can call over to somewhere else to try and get it filled today. I opt for option #2 so I can get the damned medicine that day (hopefully), and I head on over to Wal-Mart for the second part of “Prescription Adventure ’06!”

Ah, Wally World: one of the Earth’s best places to waste some time; along with Barnes & Noble, Target, Dos Primos, the organization aisle at Lowe’s (or Home Depot), and Tommy & Kelley’s house. But also one of man’s greatest enemies when it comes to trying not to spend money. Along with Dos.

A medium-lengthed jaunt through Wally World later, and I head over to the Pharmacy. It’s not ready. What a shocker. In order to avoid spending any more money than I’m about to, I park it on one of the benches in front of the Pharmacy. A short nap later and they begin with the Spanish Inquisition because I’ve never filled a prescription there before. When it’s ready, I ask why it’s in 2 bottles instead of the one it’s normally in. Apparently there’s been a mix up with the called-in order. Crappopotamous! So about another 10-15 minutes later, I have what damned well better be the medical equivalent of the water that Indiana Jones gave his father out of the Holy Grail in “The Last Crusade.” So, “Prescription Adventure ’06!” was over, and it only took a little over 3 hours.

Now, I’m sure that some of you are wondering why I didn’t just leave and come back later to pick up my prescription later on; and I’d just like to take a second to thank you for being a new reader to “Screw Big, Dumb American.” You see, as my faithful readers know and can attest: I’m a frickin’ idiot. That’s why the Japanese love me so much. That, and I’m not afraid of the physical comedy.

Ah, so. That’s the first part of the Double Whammy. And there I thought that was about as bad as it could get. And no, I didn’t actually say to myself “It can’t possibly get any worse.” That’s just an engraved invitation for SBDA to make something else happen. But apparently I don’t even have to say it anymore….

D

Lowered X-pectations

I finally got around to seeing X3: The Last Stand this weekend. And for some reason, I still don’t really know how I feel about it. I know for a fact that it was no where near as good as the first two, but I can’t really decide whether or not I liked it.

I mean, there were parts that I did really like (“Don’t you know who I am? I’m the Juggernaut, bitch!”), and there were some parts that I either didn’t like or just found myself yelling out “lame!” or “oh, that’s bullshit!” Ok, so there were a lot of those last parts. Not to mention all the holes in the plot line and the “Why? Why would you do that?” moments.

But despite all those moments where I nerded out and yelled at the TV, I can’t just come out and say “That was a really bad movie and I really didn’t like it.” (I have Chris to do that for me.) Maybe it’s just like one of those run of the mill summer action movies that you see and don’t really invest a whole lot of anything in. Like something The Rock would be in. And it’s a shame that I’m referring to an X-Men movie like that.

I just wish that I had the chance to watch it again to really make up my mind. Unfortunately, it’s a 2 night rental and I don’t have the time to sit down and watch it again before I have to take it back.

I think that maybe if it’s on sale during the holidays I may pick it up, if only to complete the set. I mean, it can’t be any worse than some of the other crap DVDs I own right? Right?

D

And after seeing X3, I had a veritable “chicken or the egg” problem that I needed solved. I got this straight from IMDB:

“Cain Marko's line "Don't you know who I am? I'm the Juggernaut, bitch" was inspired by a popular web parody film that made use of scenes from "X-Men The Animated Series." Throughout the parody , the Juggernaut character repeatedly says, "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch." According to the Wikipedia, Brett Ratner even has a link to this parody on his own website. (Whether or not the parody itself was inspired by a mis-heard line from an old X-Men video game is irrelevant to film's usage of this line, since it's clearly an homage to the web parody)”

Hanner Hooligans assemble!

Well, football season is effectively over now; with no shot at either a SoCon title or even a spot in the playoffs. About all I have left is to hope we win out, beat Vermin, and pray that we finish with a winning season. So basically, we’re just playing for pride and to really fuck somebody else over. And as much as I hate to start thinking about this in November, it’s just about time to start thinking about basketball.



It looks like we should hopefully have a good season on the hardwood, as we’re picked to finish 2nd in our division this year. The addition of several big men to an already strong and experienced roster, could have a thing or two to do with it. If this new 6’11” cat can play, then we’ll be looking at a really strong chance at the SoCon title and an auto-bid into the Big Dance. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, or myself.

There’s a couple of chances to pull off major upsets, or to have our collective asses handed to us by some high profile teams: Illinois, Clemson, and possibly Dook (I mean, Duke) if we can win in their early season tourney. That game would be on ESPN2 by the way. Then of course there are the conference rivals and media darlings: Davidson and College of Charleston. Not an easy road there either.

But perhaps the biggest game of the season, with the usual division/conference title implications on the line (not to mention the raw hatred), will be the last game of the regular season against Charleston; which will be televised nationally on ESPN2 @ 1:00pm. And there’s no way in Hell that we want Charleston to come into Hanner and beat us on national TV. None.

So I’ve already started marking my calendar for the games that I’ll be at, and I’m already starting my prayers that Erin Andrews will be at Hanner for that last game so I can be just like my favorite Iowa fan. Mmmmm... Erin Andrews.

Chuck Farleston!

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