Showing posts with label Chuck Landon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chuck Landon. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2008

War Damn Eagle Tiger Day




It's game day in Morgantown, and if you're confused like us as to what exactly the Auburn mascot is, maybe this will help. It's like a turducken, but different. It's a War-Damn-Eagle-Tiger. From EDSBS, naturally.

Don't know how or why Chuck Landon is reporting on WVU, but he is. I-formation, baby!!! Wooooo! It's the new spread!

Mountaineer offense ready to have a breakout game? This picture tells that story.









As I said in the comments in the post below this, tonight's game is a good thing. It's a chance to play an OOC program that will make us look good if we win as opposed to the many we have played over the past few years that got nothing more than a shoulder shrugs worth of attention. Sure it isn't being paid the same attention it was before the season started as both teams have lost their way out of the national title hunt. But it's still a big game. Maybe a chance for West Virginia to work their way back into the top 25. A chance to show that the Big East isn't quite dead yet. If nothing else, it's an opportunity to warm yourself with alcohol on a cold fall night and scream your head off. Woooo! I'll drink to that!



Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Pugh Gets The Stink Eye, Then The Boot

Grrrrr! Old white men can not be bested at stink eye gazes.

It's official, Bill Stewart has kicked Charles Pugh off the Mountaineer football team for living up to his name. The conversation between Stewart and Pugh went something like this:
Pugh! You stink! You're moist, and you smell funny! In my book, that's three strikes. You're out of here!
And that might be the shortest conversation Bill Stewart has ever had. Even if it was made up. In other news relating to this, our old pal Chuck Landon has chimed in. Why I'm not exactly sure. The last time I saw anything he wrote was about the time I started this blog in 2005. Going off what my high school coach said one day, "Men, don't listen to a %&*#!@# word Chuck says. He played tennis at Marshall for Christ's Sake!" And that's all we needed to hear. Anyway, read this if you must.

Whatever happens, look for Stewart to deal with it much differently than former coach Rich Rodriguez would have. Rodriguez would have looked the other way. He would have lifted the carpet. He would have winked.

Rodriguez proved that during the Pac-Man Jones and Chris Henry years.

Those days are gone, thank goodness.

Now, it's up to Stewart to clean up the lack of accountability that was left behind.

And he will.

Oooh! For someone that's been covering Marshall Football for the past however long, Chuck sure does have an ax to grind with Rod. The ruse will not work though. We know you Chuck. We know where you came from and where you've been. This will not gain you any favor with West Virginia fans.

Oh hey, was I talking about Pugh or my least favorite writer in the world? Sidetracked as usual. This is probably where I should talk about the impact this will have on the team. More often than not, if you weren't a regular starter before your senior year, you probably won't make much of a contribution your senior year. Out!