Happy Saturday! I write this accompanied by the dulcet tones of Chris Fowler, Lee Corso, and Kirk Herbstreit on “College Gameday”… oh yes, it’s football season. Our long national nightmare (also known as “spring and summer”) is over; it’s time for marching bands and the sharp “clack” of shoulder pads, for 6 a.m. tailgating and school songs, for the Little Brown Jug and Paul Bunyan’s Axe and Howard’s Rock and Between the Hedges and UGA and Big Mike and Reville and Bevo and all the rest. Fire up your TVs (or, even better, both of your TVs) and get set — it’s time for football!

A few non-football-related weekend links (and one that’s only somewhat football-related), for those of you who don’t particularly care to watch Akron vs. Wisconsin and Northern Illinois vs. Minnesota today:

*Chris at Western College Hockey doesn’t think that Sarah Palin qualifies as a real hockey mom, and has some tongue-in-cheek reasons why not.

*If you’re a Twins fan, you’re completely sick of the team’s bullpen, and you’re pretty much ready to trade the whole non-Joe-Nathan lot for just about anybody else. Yet John Bonnes, the Twins Geek, has some surprising numbers: by one measure, almost every Twins reliever has been above-average this year.

*Fire Joe Morgan and Joe Posnanski both take shots at the traditional practice of using number of wins to determine the Cy Young winner; Posnanski does it by (avert your eyes, Brandon!) making up a meaningless stat, while FJM does it with sarcasm. Either way: I approve.

*And finally: the Fulmer Cup is over for another year. Congratulations to Alabama, which swept both the team award (given to the college football program which manages the most off-season shenanigans that get the police involved) and the individual award (which goes to the one player who gets the single biggest charge). Both awards are mostly thanks to Jimmy Johns, who racked up five counts of selling cocaine, one count of cocaine possession, plus a couple of traffic tickets, thus outscoring every other team in the nation, save Missouri, by himself.

That’ll do it for me — now get out there and start enjoying your three-day weekend. If you have one of those jobs that does not give you these three days off, consider skipping work, calling in sick, or quitting. It’s the American thing to do.

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