Your Fulmer Cupdate is brought to you by Rampage Jackson, who reminds you that black on black crime is acceptable only if it gets his belt back. The board is Brian’s; his pants bulge with a manliness only Reggie Nelson finds comparable to his own. Clarifications and Award of Points. Jamar Horn...

The weather and cabin fever prior to spring practice can only be blamed for the psychobilly freakout that occurred this weekend in an active Fulmer Cup scoring session. The Big Board is updated and brought to you by Brian, who is hung like Reggie F’n Nelson. Incidents, clarifications, and rank...

Fulmer Cuprising! Iowa; Ohio State; and Arkansas. All three strike with a boozy determination to bolt their teams into the Fulmer Cup race. Full update shortly with points awarded, but the most active weekend of the Cup season has a common thread running through it: the need to get crunk no matter i...

Football is like life: it has a playbook, and when it breaks down, people get hurt. Enjoy. The play begins thusly. We play the part of the quarterback, labeled here as O/S. The idea: to successfully pitch our way through an evening of socializing at a party in DC with the pitchman, our friend the lo...

Happy Mardi Gras to you all. In case you live in one of those drab, soulless portions of the country unfamiliar with Mardi Gras (that’s French for “My, you have oddly shaped nipples, but thank you nonetheless, ma’am”), it is the king of holidays, and proof that while Protesta...

Mornin’ everyone. Feelin’ good. Lookin’ good. You know it. I know it. Charger the Golf Cart of Victory knows it. Just got a text message from a recruit telling me I’m the sexiest coach. Might be gay. I don’t judge. Just likin’ the intensity. Get him in the program...

Our much-delayed Fulmer Cupdate runneth over with Ball State leading the way thanks to his offences both as a person, and as a Ball State football player. Le board, courtesy of Brian, who as always is hung like Reggie Fuckin’ Nelson. Notes without clarification or apologies follow. Notes: Dane...

Always pay your cabbie: they journeyed either from rehab or from the furthest reaches of the earth to take your drunk ass from one place to another, and you owe them not only the proper fare for the effort, but also a generous tip for putting up with your drunk ass. Bonus: in Atlanta they’re a...

Jim Tressel is not on vacation yet, but this is pretty much what it will look like. Las Vegas. 10:17 a.m., yesterday. Cooler: You, uh…need me to go over there, boss? Pitboss: I dunno. I kind of want to see if he can keep going at this pace. I’ve never seen anything like it. Cooler: He...

Oh, there’s so much to do around here in the offseason. We could go outside…no, wait, outside sucks. Not as much as it sucks for you sad, bunker-dwelling Midwesterners, who for some reason decide to live in the middle of the fucking continent where nothing is and where the temperature di...