On Location: (Many) Touchdown City

Got into Morgantown last night -- promptly ended up at Chic-n-Bones. It's that kind of weekend. I mean, think about it: this is the beginning of a month-long tailgate for the National Championship game. Why not get it started right, which is why I was drinking in downtown yesterday at 4 in the afternoon.

It begins again this morning, in preparation of tonight. The march continues at 7:45. That's all it is, a march. Much like Sherman to the sea, we can not be stopped. We also burn everything in our way. Pitt best get out of the way or, like Atlanta, they'll be set aflame. Along with the couches. Except Atlanta, we're headed to New Orleans.

We win tonight. We win huge. We go to the National Championship game. Simple as that.