Real Men of Genius

Anyone who bore witness to Saturday's ND-Stanford game got to live through the excruciating ordeal known as "Listening to Keith Jackson". I feel sorry for you, but there's nothing we can do. Our conventional weapons cannot kill him. Keith is the biggest blowhard, the most doddering idiot, the most biased a-hole known to sportscasting. His voice is obnoxious, he forgets where he is about half a dozen times per game, and, at this point in his career, does not have any right to be in a broadcast booth. Of course, we can't hate a player. Somebody who continues to make a living as a sportscaster despite being desperately unable to complete the job is, in the House Rock Built's estimation, a true champion of the American Dream. Good on him, we say. In fact, we salute you, Keith Jackson.

A tribute to Keith Jackson, real man of genius

Furthermore, who is this freakin' dink in the Stanford band? God knows, we love Homestar Runner as much as the next person, but seriously, get a life. The jumbles, man! Just the jumbles!

Nuff Said.