I finally ended up just having my parents mail me a copy of Steele from home, as it's tricky to get ahold of in my neighborhood. (A mile and a half from USC campus. Whatevs.) It fell open to the Tennessee pages the first time I opened it, and I smiled beatifically.
Then I flipped to the back page and saw Jonathan Crompton listed as a darkhorse candidate for the Heisman.
We can dismiss "logic and reason" out of hand. Senior quarterback? Sure, with less than a full season's worth of starts to his name. With his third offensive coordinator. To say nothing of the fact that he is Bad At Football. Setting all that aside, there are two possible responses to this. The first is that Steele is fallible, which ERROR CORE BREACH IMMINENT, so we move to the second: Whichever of you lot managed to intercept my mail and tamper with the holy contents of this magazine just to get my Irish up will pay, and pay dearly. Thank you for your time.
Phil is gearing up to watch Orson spooning up that casu marzu.
Posted by: Harris at June 17, 2009 07:14 PM