Now look what's happened. We've gone and ruined a perfectly good blog post. I think we owe this Tater character an apology for hijacking his thread.
"The Real Earle" is a little busy trying to find himself right now.
Looks to me like 3 minutes.
My name is Earle.
Are you testing me?
That's what Bucksfan said at first...
I thought this was Josh Gordon's calendar for the foreseeable future.
I think he's job-hunting.
I blame Fickell.
They don't? Then who is this guy?
Ah yes, the British. We are indeed two countries separated by a common language.
Are these the same people who vote for B1G COY?
It goes with the American spelling of aluminum, no?
Maybe Windhorst never sold his house.
I understand what you are saying, but that is an odd and disturbing juxtaposition.
I didn't read the article, but confess to not knowing what a "Herky" is. Ignorance is bliss.
What does Spielman know about linebacker play, anyway?
You'll have to look hard to find a more dyed-in-the-wool-sweater-vest Tressel apologist than I am. I was merely referring to Gentleman Jim's near-blind loyalty to seniors (and aquatic mammals).
These ain't your Tressel's Buckeyes.
If you've made it to age three, your days are numbered. I don't know how they so readily infiltrate the minds of innocent children, but rest assured, dollmageddon is coming to a store near you. We were able to forestall it until a family trip Chicago a number of years ago, but if you are within a half-day's drive of Easton, you will be unable to protect your bank account from the siren call of overpriced dolls and their myriad accessories for long, my friend.
That's not me. No way I could get up on that stage with my arthritic hip. Plus, I recently endured another trip to the American Girl store with my wife and daughters, and don't have that kind of cash anymore.
I thought that meant that he was 40% extra terrestrial.
He ain't come to play 3rd string.