BOWDEN LIKES TO WATCH A GOOD FIGHT

I mean, I don't hate him, but I don't love him. But when he makes policies on in-practice fights that condones the act, it's hard not to like that aspect of his approach to coaching.

Bowden in fighting in practice:

"Everybody's got a different philosophy. Coming from a family of brothers, we fought a lot, and I love my brothers. These guys are family and they fight, so it doesn't bother me too much when they fight... heat of battle, two-a-days, that's the enemy right now for the next two weeks. I talked to those guys hard about not hitting each other in the head, especially if they lose their helmet. If the helmet comes off, instead of hitting them in the head, we asked them to just choke them. That way we figured we could get 'em off before they killed 'em."

- So far, two people with broken hands via fighting: Jamie Cumbie & Brandon Thompson. Cumbie is still performing and playing even with hand and should be the expected starter for the Bama game. I think it's great because I think it promotes nastiness... something we've found that we didn't have around the time of the Virginia Tech game last year.

Laslty, it's almost back...15 more days...

FSU GAME WRAP UP BROUGHT TO YOU BY TWO CRAZY GUYS ON A MOPED

Very cool.

As for the game, you can check out the CUAD's wrap up here since they could probably give you better stats and such. Check out Bowden's press conference notes here. Funny how he did a PR wonder explaining the second half offensive goose egg. "We weren't really productive in the second half, but again, I assumed that was Florida State coming out (ready to play)." Wow, weaseled his way out of that one. Lastly, be sure to bookmark this link: The Sporting Gnomes 2007 ACC Helmet Schedule.

Now, for the good part. Yesterday was just utter craziness. It started out good enough, but cops need to figure out a way to let traffic flow both ways. I was on the moped yesterday and was forced to discover all kinds of sidewalks and off road trails on Clemson's campus simply because some fat asshole from Lumpkin County wanted to exercise his badassedness (Yeah, it's a word now, write that down young'n) and told me to go around (a trip that would have literally taken me a mile and a half in traffic) when I was only 100 feet from my tailgate. Imagine his dismay when I would appear thirty minutes later coming out of the barricades he'd spent so much precious time keeping me out of. Seriously, cops need to lighten up on game days and at least pretend that they don't consider themselves to be higher classed citizens than everyone else around them not wearing a badge. Lighten up, Clemson fans aren't Ohio State fans.

Clemson Cops = SERIOUS BUSINESS.

A great game all in all. Well, all in the first half and final minutes. We get back to the tailgate after the game and everyone kind of has that dazed look on there faces accompanied by tired, dirty faces. And then the worst thing that could have happened, did. The car that was supposed to drive Chili and I back at the end of the night left. Needless to say, it was interesting. We hopped on the moped and our hilarious journey began.

12:30ish: After abandoning my cooler, we departed the Fike parking lot and headed towards Fort Hill Street.

12:38: Two big guys on a moped making all sorts of cartoonish noises finally strains its way to the stop sign near the shoe boxes.

12:39: The brakes on the moped almost snap off of the handlebars as the moped screeches to a halt at the bottom of Fort Hill Street, directly across from the East Gate.

12:40: A couple of drunk guys jeer and laugh excitedly as we pass them heading very slowly up the hill away from the stadium. I give my bitch horn a few honks and away we go. The look on the parting crowds faces was priceless.

12:55: We've been at the top of Williamson road for quite sometime, so we decide to venture down a side road.

12:56: That wasn't a side road.

12:58: We make it to the Cooper Library back lawn/top of Strom Thurmond Center. Hell yes we're cutting across, $1000 fine be damned. We just saw a Cat Bus do it.

1:04: After nearly being hit by oncoming traffic we manage to steer the wobbly and tired moped into Thornhill.

1:06: We turn onto 93 and head back toward Central after vowing never to go back into Thornhill without a weapon of some sort after 7pm from here on out.

1:08: We cut off a Cat Bus driver who tried to pull out in front of us earlier. We all exchange vulgarities muffled by the wind and appropriate hand gestures. I give the bitch horn a few more taps just to show my seriousness of the situation. Chili has his hands in his face from embarrassment.

1:09: We get stuck at the red light in front of Bilo beside said Cat Bus. Further exchanges take place. He calls me crazy and I tell him that he and his cohorts constantly make me late for class and take breaks at terrible times. The passengers are dying with laughter.

1:15: Finally at home. I think I hear the moped let out a sigh after Chili and I get off. "We're there. Got a little nippy goin' through the pass, ay Harry?"

Same thing, except for the cold. And the pee.

FINALLY, EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE FOR ONCE

See you tomorrow. Oh yeah, and we won the bet.

24 DAYS... SHAKE 'N' BAKE, ENGAGE.

Here it is, the overused and outplayed "Countdown to Kickoff" videos that just about every CFB Blog does. But c'mon, who brings you the best vids?

This time around it's a two-fer. Former 2000 Outland Trophy winner and Tennessee Vols DT John Henderson's pregame ritual. You gotta love football, it's the only job in the world where you can get psyched up like this to go to work. My favorite part is how the rest of the team waits for him to do this before leaving the locker room. (Thanks to Lyrtch for the vids)

Clip #1:

I've literally done this to Chili to get him psyched up for a pledge/brother football game back in our fraternal days. Although, it wasn't as cool cause I think I gave him the old Deacon Jones treatment by accident.

Clip #2:

"You gotta make blood come to the mouth!"

WHAT CAN WE SAY? BLAKE LIKES TO PARTY!

The following were taken at a wedding two weekends ago. Gotta love Sakerlina quarterbacks: Dumb, drunk, and guaranteed to wind up bagging groceries five to ten years down the road. Proceed with caution... or hilarity, whatever. Enjoy. (HT: LizDawg @ The Rant)

Pit stains = 500 bonus pts

Here we see Blake in a trance no doubt caused by alcohol, the repetitive chorus from "Get Low", and his buddies dancing skills.

This is Blake's patented "Pre-Shirt Removal Jig" which is usually followed by a fight, then vomiting.

*** This just in. Hilarious but poorly done video of Blake Mitchell cuttin' a rug via EDSBS.com. Always quality material out of that camp. Enjoy some more.

HEAT+DRINKING+BLOWOUTS=TEARING THE CLUB UP

My thoughts exactly at roughly 5:30 PM, Saturday, September 23rd.

Wow. What a Saturday. Sitting in the ritzy West Zone, rubbing elbows with Danny, drinking Chivas, blowing out the Tar Heels. Willy Mac and I got inappropriately drunk. I mean ruined clothes drunk. Vomit-stained shoes drunk (at least me, don't know bout him). Busted class ring drunk (thanks, lifetime warranty!). Maybe it was the extreme humidity and swamp-ass heat or perhaps it was the mixing of brown and clear liquors with beer in between, but at one point we just lost all control. The night ended with me giving Willy Mac a Deacon Jones headslap and him turning around to slug me in the face. That's about as far as it went before Willy Mac and his brother got into some serious fisticuffsmanship. At least we weren't the one guy at a nearby tailgate who fell into a pile of shit only to get fly off the handle drunk before being locked in a car where he proceeded to do thousands of dollars worth of damage. Explain that to the girlfriend's parents.
But all of these drunken antics pale in comparison to my friend Eric. Eric lives in Columbia, about a stone's throw from Williams Brice Stadium, and is at every USC home game. Eric is a skinny, wiry guy who is expertly skilled in three fields: martial arts, lawn maintenance, and drinking. Two of these came into play this Saturday after USC's blowout of hapless FAU. Eric was drunk off his ass, “I was just hammered. Just hammered,” as he explained it to me on the phone, and on his way into the game with some friends. They were seated in the student section and Eric started chatting up a couple of co-eds, trying to get them to come to his house after the game. This shit talking continued after the game out at the state fairgrounds. This is where, according to Eric, he and some random guys he didn’t know and one he worked with started trading dirty jokes. Eric uttered a slur that sent a girl out of control. She started yelling at him to leave her tailgate, to which Eric informed her that it was land open to everyone and she couldn’t tell him to leave. This insane girl then proceeded to lob a full can of beer at Eric’s face. This is where the martial arts training comes into play. He blocked the incoming beer can and, on instinct, lobbed what was in his hand at the girl as hard as he could. Turns out he was holding a full can of beer. It bounced off her upper chest with a pleasing thud and was such a forceful blow that it left a tab-mark in her flesh. Eric was stunned at what he had just done. He was then accosted by drunken onlookers and got the hell out of the tailgate. About 20 phone messages later, and Eric understands that the guy he worked with gave them all his name and number.

Long story short, he’s now got a simple assault warrant just like his quarterback Blake Mitchell. I hope, for Eric’s sake, somebody pressures this girl into dropping it, maybe dangles a couple season tickets in her bruised visage.

Danny Ford was finally added to the Clemson Ring of Honor on Saturday.

FROM UNC

It's 8:19 PM on 09/23/06 and all I remember from the day/early evening is the following:

- I got in a fist fight with Chili.

- I got in a fist fight with my brother.

- I my phone got broken in half during the scrap, if you find the bottom half, please let me know.

- The wine and cheese's are great in the WEZ.

- Danny Ford REALLY IS a god. We met him and he was pretty cool to us.

- Once again, I got in a fist fight somewhere or other...

- This loss is truly sad on UNC's behalf... we ran all over them