I realize I risk opening up a can of worms with this post about America’s latest outrage du jour, but I can’t help it, because this was literally my exact thought the first time I heard about the silliness.
In fact, the only time Barnes was ever confronted with the bathroom/sex issue was during a football game at Sanford Stadium, Barnes told the audience.
He was in the men’s bathroom when four or five women burst in and said, “Move over, boys.”
The women’s room was backed up, and they knew there would be more space in the men’s room, Barnes told his audience in UGA’s volleyball arena in the Ramsey Student Center.
“Don’t worry. There’s nothing we haven’t seen before,” they assured the men, Barnes said.
Been there, done that, alright.
I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be a bathroom monitor at Sanford Stadium facing a horde of desperate women intent on breaking the law by using the wrong bathroom. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
The SEC’s goin’ central.
The Southeastern Conference will implement a collaborative process for instant replay in the sport of football beginning with the 2016 season, following a unanimous vote of the league’s athletics directors and approval by the SEC Executive Committee.
In February, the NCAA Football Rules Committee approved a request submitted by the SEC to allow conferences to use a collaborative process for instant replay on an experimental basis. Under this experiment, personnel operating from SEC Headquarters will assist the in-stadium Instant Replay Officials when replay decisions are made.
So now we’ll have the on-field officials being reviewed by an in-stadium replay official, who will be “assisted” by the main office. Got it.
I don’t know if this will be an improvement, but I’ll bet CBS and ESPN will be happy about the additional dead time.
This is commonly referred to as trying to have it both ways:
The O’Bannon case has been appealed to the Supreme Court by both the NCAA and the plaintiffs, but it remains to be seen whether the high court will agree to hear it.
However, in a footnote that was part of Monday’s filing with U.S. District Judge Claudia Wilken, the NCAA and the conference’s contend that that 9th Circuit’s decision “is now final and binding” for the purpose of precluding these cases “even if one or more parties seek review by the Supreme Court.”
It never hurts to ask, I suppose.
A little of this, a little of that…
It seems I need to goad Georgia fans in another state again. I got after some of you folks in Alabama a while back. Now it’s Urnge Country’s turn.
They are more than 500 orders short with less than two months to go. That ain’t right.
This is beyond a noble cause. You’ll be bringing a little light into a benighted world when you put one of those tags on your vehicle. Highway beautification is a great thing.
Don’t make me come up there, Tennessee Dawgs. Click on the link above to order one of those bad boys now. You’ll feel better about yourself, I promise.
At this point, Charlie Weis continuing to rake in obscene amounts of money from Notre Dame no longer amazes me. What continues to amaze, though, is the realization that he leveraged all that stupidity off a loss.
I mean, seriously… May 16, 1966 – greatest day in the history of American popular music, or greatest day evah?
Once upon a time, there were things called “records”, which you played on “record players” and (eventually) on “stereos.” To find “records,” you could play on your “record player,” you went down to a place called a “record store.” And, if you consult Rolling Stone and Billboard, you will discover that May 16, 1966 was a helluva day at America’s record stores.
Fifty years ago, two magnificent pieces of art became available generally for the first time.
Pet Sounds is probably the more influential of the two a) because it lit a fire under The Beatles and inspired them to record Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and b) because Blonde on Blonde has to be seen as part of The Master’s Great Trilogy that also includes Bringing It All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited, a nine-month explosion of creativity that never will cease to amaze me, and that nearly killed the musician.
Lawdy, mama. I’m not even going to try to rank those two against each other. I’m not worthy.
Geez, fifty years later, and “Caroline No” still rips me up every time I hear it.