Oh, don't play coy. The whole "fucking with the running backs" thing. We're barely two weeks into training camp and one of the top three guys has up and vanished, leaving behind of a hornet's nest of crazy rumors. I mean, for a few hours last Tuesday we were sure Wegher was headed to Guatemala to have a back alley abortion for his lizard baby.
But seriously. Little more than a week into fall practice and one of the top guys has disappeared, another one is suspended, the third one might be dinged up and one of the stud incoming prospects
breaks his collarbone hurts his shoulder. What the fuck?
Did you just compare DeAndre Johnson to a slab of ribs?
Indeed. I was going to go with a riding lawnmower, but then Mad Men had to go and steal my thunder...
Look, it was 2004, I was bored, and Iowa had four straight years with a 1000 yard rusher -- it was getting nauseating. I tried to hold Betts back with those awful offensive lines, but then they had to actually get good. So I had him get hurt in pre-game warm-ups before his one and only bowl appearance.
Yea, verily. So anyway, then I had his replacement, that Greving kid, quit like two games into the season the next year and I figured for sure that would derail things. But NOOOOOOO you guys just plug in a midget like Fred Russell and everything's just fine.