I was perusing the Des Moines Register's site and discovered that they have a sports blogger named NancyStockdale.

I further discovered she looked a lot like former star journalist Nancy Clark.

A quick Google informs me that she is indeed now Nancy Stockdale.

http://wesleyvaclav.blogspot.com/200...

This seemed relevant to post.

Where did this Tigerhawk come from......

And how do we destroy it?????

This has bothered me for some time now.  I recall not sleeping because of it on occasion.  When my wife and I were dating, I tried to explain to her (She's from Boston)that if she ever bought me anything Iowa Hawkeyes with this logo, that I would burn it.  What is this?  Where did it come from?  And can we please destroy it!!!!!!  I can not recall when I first sighted this awfull thing.  When I browse through EBay and other Iowa sites I often come across items that contain this logo.  It bothers me.  It bothers me A LOT!!!!!   So please, let me know who created this and help me come up with a plan to destroy it.  Thanks, hawkfaninboston.

P.S.-Feel free to delete the picture of this grotesque logo, as I can barely look at it as I type this.

The Harty Party is back writing sheer garbage again. Today's article, I think, exemplifies all that is disgusting about him as a sports writer (and a human being for that matter). His generalizations make the article painful to read and his lack of analysis is impressively ignorant.

Wisconsin and Michigan State for their representation of the Big 10 in the NCAA tournament tonight.

Gents,

All of you at BHGP need to post an apology (and for that matter, as a Hawkeye fan, I need to apologize as well - I could have posted a diary sooner too).

Our men's wrestling team just won the national freaking championship. WE ARE NUMBER 1! No, I'm serious - no Marchifornication craziness. WE ACTUALLY ARE NUMBER 1.

"This is a step in the process"

Coming into the spring game, it's time to exorcise the demons of last year.  This is gonna be tough considering the way it went, but at some point we, as fans, need to be excited again.

That being said, the bad taste is lingering in my mouth.  

For those of you who like to tinker with spreadsheets:

2008 Iowa Football Roster in Excel

This is mostly derived from HawkeyeSports.com and Scout.com.  Corrections and modifications are appreciated.

I had no idea that he was playing with Jeff Horner on the Iowa Energy
http://www.nba.com/dleague/iowa/

You might want to turn the volume off for this one...  worth it for a Doug Thomas slam dunk, though.

Don't miss their game on March 19th, it's Jeff Horner bobblehead giveaway night!  I'm not kidding.  

I need to check Jeff's blog more often, though it sucks that there really isn't a permalink to it on the Scout.com page.
http://iowa.scout.com/2/732908.html

I personally witnessed [made up in my head] the following exchange.

Santa: So boy what do you want for Christmas?

Depressed Hawkeye Fan: I don't know there are so many things.  How about a New Year's Day Bowl.

Santa: Well that seems reasonable, let me see here. Hummm. Iowa... Hawkeyes... Yes, I see them here.  Boy, I'm not miracle worker here.

DHF: Ok, sorry.  How about an offense more predictable than a bowel movement 20 minutes after Chipotle?

Santa: Now you're talking son, that I can handle.  I mean, heck, even ole sweater vest opens it up from time to time. Wait... Boy, did you know Ken O'Keefe is stilling calls there in Iowa City?

DHF: Yes sir, sorry.

Santa: Boy, stop wasting my time.

DHF: Ok, how about a defense where linebackers, not named Greenway, don't cover slot receivers?

Santa: Boy, you are trying my patience.

DHF: Wait, I know it.  All I want in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD is our number one returning freshman wide receiver to return next year.

Santa: That's it your out of here!

DHF: But Saaaaannnnnnttttttaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sally Mason makes the tough decisions.  

"Moped Rule" sweeps the nation.

SUI Keystone Kampus Cops demand and receive AR-15s to prosecute 3 a.m. raids on drug-addled adolescents who bench 300.

Hillary cackles, again.  Huckabee says, "God doesn't want trace marijuana in his lanky (urban) children.  And get a bicycle."

I am just back from a sentimental journey.  For sentiment, one has several options:

a.  read the "boats against the current" thing in Gatsby again;

b.  go out for coffee with your college sweetheart, in the event she doesn't look like your mom yet;

c.  re-read your journals from that time when you dropped out of Oberlin and moved to NYC when you were 17 because, well, you were wasting time in college and life was passing and it was really  time to be a ... writer;  (FUCK ME did I write this stuff?)

d.  get in the car, turn left in Frederick Maryland, drive 850 additional miles, turn off the iPhoney-thing, and arrive in Iowa to see the Mom and Dad.

I chose (d).  Which was great, mainly because I also brought a couple of Jacques Pe'pin books and, I will say, therefore introduced a killer gratin to the folks more accustomed to the boiled and mashed.