Jon Crompton is at at liberty to throw touchdowns as his conscience and judgment dictates to be right, without the yoke of Fulmer or the offensive coordinator that reminded his dad of an IBM guy hanging on his…Look at his Burmese python-like arms, you will find no Dave Clawson or David Cutcliffe hand-cuffs shackling them. The Heisman will roost in Knoxville. Vols Bitch
Rassling Gators
Crompton heard the cock crow alright, unfortunately for him it was Da Coach O’s cock when he came by for a “bedcheck”. Wild Boyz all night long!!!
“The Heisman will roost in Knoxville”? Holy shit, is George Cafego on the way back?
“be sure you’re ready…then go ahead” Oh the memories of the Alamo
Winning forever and still looking better on 3 hours sleep a night than you ever will. Pete Carroll is excited, Twittering away, and just fine with the ho-hum performances of USC’s quarterbacks in their spring scrimmage. His protege Lane Kiffin says the same in response to the same at Tennessee, where the starting offense turned the ball over three times and Jonathan Crompton had one fumble and one interception, a combo we’ll just type in shorthand as “The Crompton” from now on. (2 and 2? “The Double Crompton.” 2 picks and one fumble? “The Flying Crompton.” Two fumbles, no picks? “The Crompton, Neat.”)
Thanks, EDSBS!!!