Tony Barnhart has some really bizarre advice for the ACC in this piece about five steps the conference can take to save itself:
… The ultimate trump card you can play with Florida State is your knowledge that they really don’t want to be in the Big 12. They want to be in the SEC. The SEC is in the process of putting together its own network and somewhere down the road may want to expand to 16 teams. Florida State missed on a chance to join the SEC in 1990. They don’t want to miss out again. Use that chip to buy yourself some time.
I had to read that three times to make sure I missing something there, but, yes, he is suggesting that the ACC should tell FSU to wait until its gets the partner it really wants before up and leaving.
“We’re not at the height of our game right now,” an ACC athletics director told me.
This would certainly cement that.
Here’s the Hogbody analogy du jour: My husband married me for my money and looks. Now my husband is on hard times and I’m looking a little wrinkled and haggard, and my portfolio’s down too. So, my husband, that noble soul, says I can leave him for a richer, better looking man if one comes along. How sweet.
But it doesn’t work because there’s no love here, just dollars and cents.
Well, they will always have Tech.
Poor Tech is the ugly girl no one invited to the dance. That analogy works on so many levels with Tech.
I think it’s becoming more like telling your wife to be happy and remarry, if she chooses, after you’re dead.
Barnhart is just the one (at least he wants to be) to broker the deal or get credit for setting it up. I submit, as a way to leave “the contract” arena, that we have a contest on here to determine the most outrageous crap to be used to lure a team or a team to ingratiate itself with other conferences. We have to hurry because reality is fast getting ahead of us.
Your first paragraph sounds familiar to me. I am just glad the other half does not care about reading football blogs, just her facebook. LOL
Yeah, until you see there are 3 athletes, an O lineman and a FB, all from Georgia, who want to be her friend.
Her comeback to my proposal for “after-my-death” proposal is to say, “Why wait?” She’s beginning to ask questions about the schedule and why I’m loading golf clubs and fishing tackle every weekend and telling her I’m headed for another game in Athens.
A few years ago I bought a 99 Crown Vick from a friend who’s Mom had to stop driving. “Vickie” as my Lady Friend’s daughter named her is a good ol’ Girl. Her ample rear end gives me enough room in the trunk for shotguns, deer rifles, golf clubs, fishing tackle and etc, according to the season. So if I decide to hunt or fish after work Miss youknowwho assumes I am working late. No questions asked. Vickie doesn’t mind hauling my drunken buddies to Athens even when they make fun of her. So, find yourself a Vickie and just leave your shit in the trunk. There is another advantage to a big old sedan. You seem to like a toke now and then and the Po-Pos don’t look twice at a white haired old man driving too slow in a Crown Vick. They think it’s just Grandpa trying to get home from the store.
Tell me about it. I’ve posted this before, but while in Ca, I was stopped for a taillight bulb and having a suit and tie at an advanced age was reason enough for a grizzled Chip to ask,”What’s that awful smell?” I pull out my handy-dandy empty glass vial with the logo on the outside to show my El Mundo and then point to the ash tray which shows the unburned butt. What I didn’t tell him was that the cigar was smoked over 4 months before and kept for such an occasion. Also was good for any nonsmoking professionals hitching a ride to lunch conference.
My “toke” vehicle is a vintage ’91 SUV that’s still in great shape. It’s used mostly to take my hounds on “Choir Practice” runs during the week. While they love to bark and bay out the window with abandon, I’ve noticed they gravitate back inside more often for the toke atmosphere. Later, the Black and Tan seems to hit another octave out the window, curling the toenails on raccoons within a 1.5 mi radius. Of course, with the Choirmaster egging her on, she “sings” like a banshee and with the passion of a forgiven sinner. She seems to do better with the medical grade stuff.
When that day approaches where my wife can begin to troll “Christian Dates and Mates”, I’ll need to find a home for Fannie Mae and Priscilla. Volunteers reply within. I don’t want them to fall in Law Enforcement hands because Fannie Mae would out every baggie in the Southeast. Prissy would back her up with her older Doberman mixed appearance. My cop friends love both of them and one knows of Fannie Mae’s great sniffer proclivity.
Smoke’em if you got’em.
My SUV salutes your “Miss Vickie”.
“Miss Vickie” offers Her thanks to your SUV. She is a loyal friend and doesn’t mind when I tool around in something young and sexy. She’ll just wait for whatever time I can give her. I think She resents the fact that I don’t take Her “anywhere nice”.
The good ones do that.
Who said ACC football is not a powerhouse? Sheesh. I note nobody is asking Tech to come their conference.