Red Sox fans are crazy
More bad behavior for Robin to comment on thanks to Deadspin.
Its all Ed's Mike's fault. He hired him.
The NCAA may close the text message loophole after the management council has recommended a ban on electronically transmitted correspondence with exceptions for limited faxes and emails. Phone calls and personal visits have been limited for years, but a loophole had allowed coaches unlimited numbers of text messages to kids. The move is supported by Chris Hansen as more than once he lured an old man to a meeting with a 16 year old boy via texting to watch videos of the boy and the man turned out to be a coach wanting to watch the kids highlight reel.
How will WVU cope with this change? Well according to the Charleston Gazette Rodriguez will be happy. Warning about the article at the Gazette. Writer Dave Hickman must not understand the rule as he makes a case to keep it because otherwise recruits will be called constantly. This is dead wrong as coaches have very limited numbers and times they can call recruits. The loophole was that they could text unlimited. Hickman is an idiot. On Rich's texting abilities:
I’m one-fingering it and I’ve got to look at it and make sure stuff is spelled right. So it takes me all week just to get my guys once a week. Rodriguez said. Some guys are a lot faster. Most guys are a lot faster. . . I’m still learning the slang, Rodriguez said. I still spell out ‘you’ instead of just using ‘u.’ I still write ‘two’ instead of ‘2.’ I haven’t even gotten the shortcuts down.
They also claim Hunter has been permanently disfigured and request full compensation for the injuries and damages sustained
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We've reached the sahara of the WVU sports season. I guess we could do a draft analysis, but none of us have slick enough hair. And we could probably do an analysis of the upcoming Mayweather-De La Hoya fight, but they've already marketed that to saturation. We do promise, however, a post on the Blue-Gold game from the weekend before last. Its my fault its late. I suck.
To make it up to our millions of faithful readers, here's a sample of what it would be like if we were play-by-play guys (except for the fact that we would spend the entire game doing this).
Thanks to With Leather for originally posting this.
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