Ooh -- Right in the Buckeyes!

Urban Meyer to the State of Ohio last night: I've been playing! You've been getting a red-ass beatdown!

I don't have too much to say about this, except of course that it was completely predictable.

I mean, any time you swipe the likes of a Troy Smith away from a powerhouse MAC school like BGSU, you have to expect that the jilted Falcons coach will hone his skills in Utah for a couple of years, biding his time and perfecting his wacko two-quarterback offensive system (of REVENGE!), until he can pounce on the head coach opening at the University of Florida, the institution whose football squad features the only highly touted prospect from Smith's class that you DIDN'T sign (because you decided to roll with the guy in the Israeli mob BMW instead), where the actual football-playing activities are cleverly concealed within a swamp, while Smith himself gets the Zwick out of his (starting) spot just in time to get fat and complacent on delicious Wolverine steak in Heisman trophy reduction sauce, leaving him perfectly positioned for a title-game drubbing on the unforgiving turf of University of Bird-that-rises-like-the-vengeful-coach-of-a-spurned-midmajor-NOT-the-name-of-the-coincidentally-nearby-city Super Stadiodome.

Like: duh, skillets. We should have seen this coming a mile away.

P.S. Fish? Fish!