According to Mas Casa, as shared by the man himself on The Kirk Ferentz Radio Show last night, our running back and Lord Our Savior Mark Weisman is not seriously injured, but he might be injured just enough so that he'll not be able to play on Saturday.
You realize, of course, what this means? A largely untested, pixie true freshman running back might be asked to carry the weight of an entire Midwestern state, the hopes and dreams of one of the finest research universities in the world, and the burden of converting my $25 two-team parlay that I placed on Iowa and Central Michigan at Bunnies Pizza and Nail Salon in Newark yesterday into a winner, winner Chimichanga dinner, at this Saturday's nationally televised contest.
My wife looked at me this morning and said, and I quote, "You sir, look nervous." To which I replied, "Yeah? Well, you're wrong. I'm more confident than a Gene Keady comb-over." To which she replied, "Real funny Van Der Sloot." To which I replied, "I have to poop." And that moment got me thinking.
I am nervous!
But just how nervous is a mystery to me. But, as I wrapped up my morning code brown it dawned on me there's a very useful tool I can use to help me classify my distress.
So, straight from the Scandinavian Journal on Gastroenterology I present today's BHGP poll.