What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
Today’s installment is all about the resurgence of Arkansas football, as evidenced by the Razorback’s dismantling of Missouri yesterday. As a college football fan, I first came to know Arkansas head coach Bret Bielema in his first job, stomping along the sidelines like a sausage-fed Godzilla at the University of Wisconsin. Since then, he’s taken his talents to Fayetteville, and he’s brought his Cro-Magnon ground and pound offense to the SEC.
As on old-school kind of guy myself, I love a leviathan-type offense which isn’t sexy, but is as unstoppable as a glacier crushing an Eskimo fishing village. But none of that is the point of this piece. While Bielema’s offense may reek of the Paleozoic Era, there’s really no denying he is the personification of fat, old Butthead.
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He’s no Bobby Petrino.
He probably doesn’t even own a motorcycle.
He had a motorcycle. He ate it.