With his most recent catch, senior wide receiver Terrell Hudgins reached 100 receiving yards before the first quarter ended against Davidson- the 19th time that this has happened in his college football career.
In a new pre-game tactic in college football, both teams in their entirety now walk out to the center of the field to shake hands with their opponent.
The gauntlet has been thrown, the faces have been besmirched with soft, white gloves, the noses have been pinched and the spit has flown both ways.
Keep your kids out of school. And if you are a kid, keep yourself far away from the classroom. Not only just on Tuesday, when king commie fascist progressive Nazi-cuddling Empire-loving Khan-supporting butter-side-down-eating President Obama will be addressing schools that decide to broadcast his subversive message. And what message is that?
Remember the blog? Well, apparently the guy running it (otherwise known as me) didn't. At least not for the past few weeks.
The album: The theme: "I'm Jay-Z, and because I'm old, I'm better than everybody." The verdict: Go listen to the first Blueprint instead.
Great sci-fi isn’t built upon the bluster of battlecrusiers exchanging laser fire while orbiting far-flung planets, nor is it initially constructed with an ornate, complex back-story with confounding names and outlandish technological advancements. Great sci-fi hinges upon changing just a few major elements in the universe the visionary is creating, and then observing and analyzing natural human responses to these strange and wondrous alterations.
Many apologies to any and all readers...lengthy vacations tend to put a damper on blogging content. But now we're back in action!
Pam Richter Right now, I'm sitting and watching my hometown Phillies take on the Chicago Cubs on Wednesday night baseball.
"If you give a man a fish, he will eat for a day. If you teach a man to fish, we will eat for a lifetime." So goes the oft-repeated proverb, but it unfortunately ignores the matter of whether or not the man is question is the least bit fond of fish.
Everybody loves Nazis. Well, not exactly the Nazis themselves, nor the ideas that they extol, but instead, politicians and the media simply love to have Nazis to fall back on.
Rupert Murdoch did it. He pushed the big, red button. After months, maybe years of holding his trembling, anxious hand over it (the button's pretty darn big) he shooed his butler out of the room, wiped his furrowed brow of the pooling sweat and pressed downward.
Everyone complains about Hollywood's reticence to create something new. The film industry has essential been a broken record for the past five years, with nearly every blockbuster having been based in intellectual properties that have already been established for decades.
He holds a counter productively-large gun, eyes in a wrinkled, taut squint with a mouth distracted by a cigarette, a toothpick or just the undeniable urge to contort into an ever-shrinking sneer.
As one of the people who first found out about the Arctic Monkeys through Myspace (remember that?) I found their debut album, "Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not," to be entirely enjoyable for some time, though they'll forever be lumped with the exuberance that everyone approaches new music with when they're just starting to build up their rotation. They were British!
You know how in Family Guy, the brilliant writers will land on one single thing, usually "awkward stare" or "irritating noise" or just maybe "Hey, it's a gay baby.
