On to the Goal

No. It’s just not. Now stop it.

I was going to stretch this into its own post but after a few hundred words, I realized that it was just too far-fetched to even warrant that much. In no uncertain terms, Florida is not going to play a regular season game against USC in the foreseeable future, despite USC’s efforts to land an SEC opponent. There’s just too much that doesn’t work. USC needs games against the SEC much more than the SEC needs games against USC. There’s the issue of revenue lost from a home game, which would almost certainly be a requirement. And then there’s the SEC TV deal, which doesn’t exactly provide incentives or make it easy (based on rights retention) to schedule tough non-conference opponents. It might make sense for another school, but the only place Florida will probably ever see USC in the post-season (Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease). I certainly wouldn’t expect to see the Trojans in The Swamp anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean we can’t dream…

OMG Touchdown!

That whole “Cocktail Party” to Atlanta? The media’s fault, clearly

Mark Richt may be backing off on his sort-of call to move the Cocktail Party further north. Ben Volin points out that Richt’s recollection of the event is more than a little self-serving, but really this is just the latest in SEC coaching melodrama. Urban Meyer had a similar incident recently. Whatever. Here’s the money quote from Richt:

“I don’t care where we play the game, quite frankly.”

Thanks, coach. We’ll hold you to that.

Yay SEC coaching melodrama!

Some of this gets tiresome, but it’s nice to see that after a moment of sober reflection, Steve Spurrier is still Steve Spurrier.

“I didn’t accuse you of cheating,” Spurrier said, pointing toward Kiffin. “I said, ‘Is it permissible to call recruits before he’s announced as head coach, before you take the test?’”

Spurrier then turned down back to the group of reporters and said: “He took the test online and I didn’t know you could do that. I thought you had to take the test on campus, then get announced.”

Kiffin, who turned red during the 40-second exchange, said something inaudible. Otherwise, he was silent while waiting for the elevator to arrive.

OK, Doc Saturday is right: That wasn’t exactly his 95-mph fastball of yore. But I generally side with Orson in awarding bonus points for saying it to Kiffin’s face. No, it wasn’t the heat, but it was at least a knee-buckling curve for a strike.