What we learned from the weekend that was…

The Big 12 keeps getting awesomer. Maybe it’s the conferences three best teams all looking dominant, maybe it’s this picture of Chase Daniel and Warren Buffett. Either way, our big boy crush on the Big 12 continues to grow.

The Cubs are still cursed. You’d think if we can overcome the curse of the clap, the Cubs could overcome the curse of some goat, but maybe not.

The Real Killer finally got what he wanted. It took a decade longer than the Real Killer anticipated, but O.J. Simpson was finally found guilty of something, all 12 counts to be exact. Does this mean Oz: The O.J. Years finally gets the greenlight from HBO?

Sage Rosenfels is still Sage Rosenfels. His name still sounds like the weird shampoo in your girlfriend’s shower. His eyes are still too close together. And your team’s still going to lose with him at quarterback. God we love this dude. It takes one special kind of loser to turn the ball over three times in the last four minutes of what should have been a franchise-defining victory.

The direct snap is the new running quarterback. So the whole “Mobile NFL QB” phenomenon may have gone the way of Mike Vick, but leave it to the league’s cleverest minds to replace it with the direct snap. So hot right now. The direct snap.

Kimbo Slice never learned how to fight. We’re not real big on ultimate fighting, but apparently Kimbo is all ultimate and no fight. Not sure his street cred will ever recover from get knocked the fuck out by a dude with a pink mohawk who’s into homoerotic photography. This is all Ken Shamrock’s fault:

Audiences are still the worst. A talking Chihauha? Seriously? You people suck.

Vanderbilt takes Gameday more seriously than Auburn. The Commodores? Really? The Commodores? Just win on Gameday, baby.

And Communist Parties look like a blast. Sign us up.

Here’s to making it to next weekend.

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