Mostly sports. Mostly Penn State. Mostly bile.

Mike Dahmus.

M1EK.

That’s all.
This is where I’ll dump my stupid thoughts on sports, prothesis mostly Penn State, mostly football.

Why here?

I have a lot of stupid thoughts about sports, mostly Penn State, mostly football. They range from short crap to medium crap. Not exactly ideal for a blog. More ideal for commenting at other peoples’ blogs who actually spend a lot of time producing content. BUT BUT BUT!

The previous pantload at this blog you might have heard of banned me for being insufficiently homer (well, actually, for fighting back against the homers – preventing me from using the same tactics and language the homers were allowed to use against me). More on that someday in the future. Trust me, you won’t care, but I’ll tell you anyways! The new pantloads in charge may or may not feel differently, but the homer kool-aid drone culture that’s sprung up there over the years makes it unlikely anything will change.

Twitter is too short, Facebook is too non-sporty, and the google plus box is unproven in this regard.

My bona-fides: I’m some jackass who was posting voluminously about college football on USENET before most of you even knew what the internet was. I had my own web server inside IBM in nineteen-dickety-ninety-three. I was ‘fishing’ before trolling was invented, and know that it’s an art, NOT just whatever you call it whenever somebody posts something that hurts your feelings or doesn’t match the opinions of everybody else in the group hug. “M1EK” was one of the first regular homages to B1FF. If you don’t know who B1FF was, look on the wikipordia, son.

Penn State bona-fides? Because, after all, as the BSD homers will tell you, anybody who is critical of the program must not be very legit. Well, I was borned in Bellefonte, my grandma still lives around the corner from Joe Paterno (and used to go to church with them’ns), I was in the Blue Band for four years – 1989-1992, had a tailgate band which is still one of the fondest memories of my time there, and am some jackass. That is, in fact, me in the masthead with Joe.

Now I’m some jackass living in Austin, Texas (within earshot of the Big Cow Stadium), who watches FOO BAW! on the televisificator every weekend and has enough stupid opinions to fill comment sections but not enough to really fill blog posts all that often. So, again, they’ll be short when they happen.

Expect content here once in a blue moon. I can’t even get up the bile to post about transportation more than once a month now. Maybe this will be better. Maybe you should go suck an egg.
Mostly sports. Mostly Penn State. Mostly bile.

This is where I’ll dump my stupid thoughts on sports, info mostly Penn State, population health mostly football.

Why here?

I have a lot of stupid thoughts about sports, mostly Penn State, mostly football. They range from short crap to medium crap. Not exactly ideal for a blog. More ideal for commenting at other peoples’ blogs who actually spend a lot of time producing content. BUT BUT BUT!

The previous pantload at this blog you might have heard of banned me for being insufficiently homer (well, actually, for fighting back against the homers – preventing me from using the same tactics and language the homers were allowed to use against me). More on that someday in the future. Trust me, you won’t care, but I’ll tell you anyways! The new pantloads in charge may or may not feel differently, but the homer kool-aid drone culture that’s sprung up there over the years makes it unlikely anything will change.

Twitter is too short, Facebook is too non-sporty, and the google plus box is unproven in this regard.

My bona-fides: I’m some jackass who was posting voluminously about college football on USENET before most of you even knew what the internet was. I had my own web server inside IBM in nineteen-dickety-ninety-three. I was ‘fishing’ before trolling was invented, and know that it’s an art, NOT just whatever you call it whenever somebody posts something that hurts your feelings or doesn’t match the opinions of everybody else in the group hug. “M1EK” was one of the first regular homages to B1FF. If you don’t know who B1FF was, look on the wikipordia, son.

Penn State bona-fides? Because, after all, as the BSD homers will tell you, anybody who is critical of the program must not be very legit. Well, I was borned in Bellefonte, my grandma still lives around the corner from Joe Paterno (and used to go to church with them’ns), I was in the Blue Band for four years – 1989-1992, had a tailgate band which is still one of the fondest memories of my time there, and am some jackass. That is, in fact, me in the masthead with Joe.

Now I’m some jackass living in Austin, Texas (within earshot of the Big Cow Stadium), who watches FOO BAW! on the televisificator every weekend and has enough stupid opinions to fill comment sections but not enough to really fill blog posts all that often. So, again, they’ll be short when they happen.

Expect content here once in a blue moon. I can’t even get up the bile to post about transportation more than once a month now. Maybe this will be better. Maybe you should go suck an egg.
From Homer Central – special emphasis on the derision in the comments as if this was somehow settled.

Sad to say, urticaria homers, this really was never addressed satisfactorallily. Clark had a concussion. If Devlin was really “1B” instead of “second string”, there would have been absolutely no doubt he would have started against Iowa. Even a true second string at most schools with a sane coaching staff would have started in that game given Clark’s injury.

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It truly is the kind of blind faith you guys claim you don’t have to pretend that the staff somehow knew more than everybody else in the world who saw Clark’s clearly compromised physical condition and decision-making ability on display against Iowa (when he played so well and so smart in every other game that year – and no, I’m not being sarcastic at all). The fact that we saw the same exact evidently concussed decision-making (but from the coaches, not the players) at play in last year’s Outback Bowl (as well as other times throughout the Paterno era) should tell you this was not an isolated incident.

Devlin did the only thing anybody with a non-concussed brain would have done after that season: assume correctly that the only way he would have played in a meaningful game the next year is if Clark was too injured to walk onto the field (which is, of course, the only way he played against Ohio State). While nobody owes you a starting job, there ought to also be an assumption that if you are the backup, that when the starter is compromised, you are the guy. Otherwise, why the hell are you there? It’s not a college kids’ responsibility to be nothing more than your insurance policy.

And if such a kid transfers, it’s not because they were afraid to compete – it’s because they know that if they fell even one percent short, it was over and done with even if the guy that beat them out ended up with impaired decision-making (or threw 48 intderpceptions).

Grow up, homers. Grow up.