Hiatus

So, yeah, I've been filling my position here at the House of Georges with about as much competency as Coach Herman this week. Can't help it...the realities of the paying job are keeping The Aged Numeral out of the blog-o-loop. I apologize to my legions of fans and groupies, and rest assured my 100-proof badassery will return to HoG Nation in good time.

I'm hearing a lot of bullshit flying around these parts, including allegations of "cheating" in calling a timeout (to which I say um, two and oh) and "What's wrong with your Red Sox?" (still in first place, at least for today). It's clear that in the absence of The Professor, the students of sports science are running amok, shootin' spitballs and drawing moustaches on the posters of the Founding Fathers. Have your fun, kids. Discipline will be distributed accordingly.

In closing, there's probably some baseball on today, Travis Henry has a bunch of children, sour cream is really good on chicken tacos, and I voted Notre Dame as the unquestioned No. 1 team in the land. They do it right.