The End of College Football is a mess created by decades of greed, bruised egos, out-of-touch patriarchs, old grievances and a complete lack of sagacity.
Your guess is as good as mine, but I have this website and I need clicks.
I wanted him to succeed. I wanted him to emerge from the shadows and blow me away with an executive plan for the program.
I like it when the waterfalls are on – I liked it when the waterfall mist soaked poor Blake Grupe to the bone last year.
The Red Wolves have lowered their team ERA by nearly a run in recent weeks, so they no longer feature the Sun Belt’s worst pitching (thanks UTA), nor do they feature the coldest bats (thanks Appalachian State).
It was ten years ago, but it feels like a thousand.
The Portal drains the Mid-Majors of its star talent, while the Power Five unloads its malcontents.
Damphousse is known for his ubiquitous selfies with students, for popping up at even the most obscure A-State events, and for spurring more growth for the University.
All in all, it’s a bad look for everyone. Omier looks disingenuous. Mike Balado looks the fool. TomBowen and the athletic department look weak, and the fans look like idiots with their jaws unhinged and chins resting on the floor.
The caustic acid of mixed allegiances sometimes rises from the lower intestine.
Howlraiser 