Uncredentialed Barking Carnival correspondent Fake Ken Tremendous returns and marks the occasion by getting in his dreamwagon and doing donuts on Bill Little's lawn. - S.R.
Just when I think I'm going to get a break from my mean-spirited criticism of Bill Little's cornpone musings, the Longhorns go and lose in heartbreaking fashion in the College World Series. And, of course, Bill pumps out
this piece full of strained metaphors, ambiguous
Blueshorn sent in this Guest Column. Enjoy. S.R.
ONE VOTE FOR BEST-EVER: THE 1975 LONGHORN NATIONAL CHAMPS
As the 2009 Longhorn baseball team works its way toward a possible championship series in Omaha, it’s always fun to look back on other great teams in our storied past. The '49 and '50 teams, coached by Bibb Falk, set the standard. The 1983 title is associated with some of the biggest names to play
Fake Ken Tremendous or whatever you want to call him is back with another Bill Little exegesis. Ouch. - The Mgmt.
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Throughout the long, dark off-season, Bill Little has written about nothing other than dead, dying or terminally ill former Longhorns. I was starting to get depressed. It's my job to riddle Bill Little columns with rhetorical bullets, and he was ducking behind the sports journalist's equivalent of human shields. Until
Mas cinema. This from SydneyCarton. - S.R.
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Hi!
Due to the continued dearth of off-season topical conversation, Sailor Ripley has entreated a few guest lecturers to contribute to The Barking Carnival. Fortunately for him, my unchecked hubris, proclivity towards wild exaggeration and generality, and immediate recognition that HenryJames is an unrepentant fairy should allow me to fit in perfectly well within the swelling ranks of Barking Carnival.
Today, probably to the complete and general
As we continue our quest to turn this sports blog into Ain't It Cool News, I give you another Guest Film Crit lecturer - our pal, Scagnetti.
- S.R.
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There seems to be no middle ground on here, albeit a ground that’s well-tread with expansive, intelligent discourse. Appears we either ham up the art or pick the popcorn outta our teeth.
This stops NOW!
Sailor asked me to write something for you bloodhounds, and I look forward