Barking Carnival

This one's for all the marbles. It all comes down to this. Winner takes all. To help tide us over until gametime and get through the workday, here are some videos of the runups and the final games of our athletic department's last three chances to take home a national championship with one more win (I get to ignore the 2004 Fullerton series because we never got into that position):

I hate him with the heat of a thousand fiery suns.

It's called domination. A&M has now won 6 of the last 7 poultry judging national championships for a total of 23 overall. The team also took first place in the egg production division and the breeder selection division, and second place in the market products division. No surprise there: the smart money expected A&M to dominate egg production. Second place in the market products division is actually a good showing

Dedfischer, our favorite Texas Tech jackanape, has written a glorious essay on The Golf Prick. Read it. I have a complex relationship with Golf Pricks, as I have a few friends who are confirmed GPs, and it appears that we've allowed some of them into Barking Carnival, but that doesn't prevent me from subjecting them to withering abuse at their choice in wardrobe, their tendency to

Newsflash: many athletes are sheltered, not particularly bright, prone to wild speculation, have no financial acumen, and are easily manipulated. So they're basically like the average American, but with superior vertical leaps. At least that's what Sports Illustrated contends in How (and Why) Athletes Go Broke Consider: • By the time they have been retired for two years, 78% of former NFL players have gone bankrupt or are under financial stress because of

There was once a great battle won during a Golden Age long past. An Age when kids played Smear The Queer in front yards in full view of and with the sanction of adults; BB gun fights were routinely held on neighborhood streets in full daylight; children could disappear in the woods for hours without explanation to build forts and dig tiger pits; and we rode bikes until dinner time in far-ranging packs.

For our game within the game players, all six of you, I've taken the liberty of bringing in a hired gun. A big hitter, a Vegas insider, a modern day Jimmy the Greek mercenary with the sole purpose of making you money and deflecting criticism from me. We've paid him as handsomely as you would tip a Sonic car hop.

No, not that Greek, Henry James.

The first

Raise your hand if you've seen more than a quarter of Baylor football this season. Yeah, me neither. Hopefully some of our NCAA fantasy football geeks who have been paying closer attention can fill us in, since other than Art Briles and Robert Griffin I'm hard pressed to name anyone on the squad. I think Briles plays cornerback. That's guesswork on my part. I also must admit I've always liked Baylor, in that non-threatening demure

Editor's Note: This writer is mean. He once hitchhiked to Will Rogers graveside to speak ill of him. He even shot a man just for snoring. But it's funny, so here you go. - SR I have a confession to make. "Fake Ken Tremendous" is not my real name. I can't tell you what my real name is, but that's not it. I am part of an extensive

The National Championship on the Line Right Here

Joakim Noah

Aggie National Championship

The Etymology of the Golf Prick

SI Explains Why Athletes Go Broke (But Lenny Dykstra & Chance Mock Will Save Them)

The Great Jump Rope Ambush

Professional Barking Bowl Bets

Here come the Tacklin’ Baptists

Bill Little’s Rainy Day

Follow Us