Thursday, November 16, 2006

It's early Thursday morning and 63 hours to kickoff

LaMarr Woodley says hello. (Photo from the Daily.)

It's the first thing I think about when I wake up. I listen to the ESPNU podcast on the subway -- more annoyance than it's worth, but it gets the juices flowing. At my desk, it's time for MZone, MGoBlog, EDSBS, SMQ, the Daily, and the Free Press. Four cups of coffee and it's time for work, which is little more than a veil of tears that comes between me and my precious.

I'm a basketcase at the office.

A co-worker is so obsessed that his wife might divorce him.

What are your excuses, fuckers?

Thought so.

2 comments:

Crunk Raconteur said...

Update on the absurd hugeness of the game. My stepfather, an Ohio State alum, was offered $2500 bucks (get it?) for his two tickets to the game, and didn't even think twice before turning it down...

winston said...

the old bearded dude who owns coach & four barber was asking $600 each for the tickets taped up in his window.

as i passed schembechler hall today around noon, the equipment truck was loading ...