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That's what I'm wondering. The hard cap is $255M in 2024. Brock Purdy's cap hit is ~$1M. Is Purdy as good as he is because he's got $254M of talent around him as whereas Dak Prescott's only got ~$186M around him? By the way, Tua's cap hit is $9M in 2024, but it jumps to like $50M next year.
My argument is this: If I couldn't find a true to 10 QB I'd probably load up on an o-line and some receivers and find a retread QB on the cheap. If it doesn't work out I wouldn't be on the hook for paying a dude like Tua $50M a year.
Are you saying Stroud is average ? His rookie year in 2023 he passed for 4108 yards (64% completion rate) /23 TD's / 5 INT's. His second year, he passed for 3727 yards (63%) / 23 TD's / 12 INT's / 233 rushing yards. Yesterday he was 22/33 (67%) / 282 yards / 1 TD. Yes his INT's was up this year, but he had SEVERAL injuries to his WR's. He has Nico Collins (he is elite), and a bunch of scrubs to throw to. Tank Dell (10 games played) and Stephon Diggs (8 games played) are out for the year. That is a big loss in WR production and he is still performing with a bunch of also rans at WR.
Sumrall turned down UNC.
Sumrall was going to be the UK coach when Stoops accepted the A&M job. His OC was going to be a Coach Arbuckle.
A D1 coach told me that today.
Sumrall was going to be the UK coach when Stoops accepted the A&M job. His OC was going to be a Coach Arbuckle.
A D1 coach told me that today.
This was slick off the switch which killed the Chin we use so often. Love the read aspect to Pope's system, which will continue to improve.
Dude is a great follow btw, just an "action" nerd, like our HC. 😍
Dude is a great follow btw, just an "action" nerd, like our HC. 😍
I’ve seen that exact play called Peja action, UCLA action, and now Chin action. Regardless, it’s a beaut.
Peja involves the Chin screener (Jax) popping out for the 3 out of that action that ideally pulls the D down.
Only difference in the two is the read from Jax . First one the defender went over, so Jax dove. 2nd one he got stuck & was left alone vs Amari/Rob
The Chin aspect is simply Butler cutting/clearing off screen after the initial pass to Big that initiates everything
Only difference in the two is the read from Jax . First one the defender went over, so Jax dove. 2nd one he got stuck & was left alone vs Amari/Rob
The Chin aspect is simply Butler cutting/clearing off screen after the initial pass to Big that initiates everything
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It’s all so damn refreshing. Jesus. My inner hoop nerd is on full tilt. Feels amazing after 15 years of nary a creative offensive set or oob.
also said alternative uni’s are coming (likely denim).
It has made the games a lot more fun to watch seeing what all adjustments and reads he is teaching his kids and how they are reacting in game.
I’d expect A&M to make sure they are more physical with us than MSU was. Have to attempt to draw some fouls to limit that.
Gambol note, UGA covered after beating UK so I’ll be doubling up against them now @UT and basically continued until I get my money back.
I’d expect A&M to make sure they are more physical with us than MSU was. Have to attempt to draw some fouls to limit that.
Gambol note, UGA covered after beating UK so I’ll be doubling up against them now @UT and basically continued until I get my money back.
Adjustments still being made 16 games into the season???
Even ignoring sets, the pace we play at is refreshing as hell.
A&M had a GREAT look to tie Bama in closing seconds. Without Taylor
#1 OR rate in the nation at 44%, ugh. Henry Coleman gonna feast.
Regardless, Taylor being out would obviously be a gift as he’s averaging 30+ vs us.
#1 OR rate in the nation at 44%, ugh. Henry Coleman gonna feast.
Regardless, Taylor being out would obviously be a gift as he’s averaging 30+ vs us.
Learn Lamont Butler
Yep, alot of Hubbard's attempts were low percentage shots due to good defense.
If he’s still out I’m eyeballing Saturday when they go to Athens.
Yup, but at least we don't have to deal with f'n Radford anymore.
Damn, I hate the Vikings but you gotta feel for their fans. That was BRUTAL...
By the end of the game it looked like the Vikings had Stockholm Syndrome. LOL
By the end of the game it looked like the Vikings had Stockholm Syndrome. LOL
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This schedule is unlike any basketball schedule I can remember for UK. TAMU on a Tuesday after three consecutive dogfights is an absolute bitch and it isn't even a notable game for us. Other than LSU, our first NCAA tourney game might be the easiest match we've had for more than 2 months by the time we get there. Hell, the second round might be too, unless we get some SEC squad with 12 losses who might be better than most conference champs.
I'd feel better if we were getting anything from our bench. Brea is great and I'm a noted Garrison-stan but with Kerr out, we basically have to hope Brea is lights out to get anything off our bench.
It would be a nice time for Chandler to start playing up to his billing. He's really the only one playing well below his potential.
Thankfully these guys are mostly 5 year players who have clearly all been through rigorous strength and conditioning for years.
This schedule would be horrifying with a bunch of diaper dandies.
I'd feel better if we were getting anything from our bench. Brea is great and I'm a noted Garrison-stan but with Kerr out, we basically have to hope Brea is lights out to get anything off our bench.
It would be a nice time for Chandler to start playing up to his billing. He's really the only one playing well below his potential.
Thankfully these guys are mostly 5 year players who have clearly all been through rigorous strength and conditioning for years.
This schedule would be horrifying with a bunch of diaper dandies.
Caught up with him on Saturday as we seasoned hams to cure. He's doing good, his kid is 14 yo now, which us crazy to me.
Told him to thank his employer for getting Cal to Arkansas.
* Going out on a limb here. I think the Bonnie Blue story is fake. She claims to have banged > 1000 dudes in 12 hours. Here's my analysis....
- as far as I can tell, she doesn't even have a lot of content out there
- i haven't dug too far (because that's not my genre), but i haven't seen any video of this performance
- google her name, and the majority of what pops up is just stories about her performance
- the logistics of making this happen would be incredible, and seems beyond the scope of reality (unless you spend a boatload of $$$)
So yeah. I think it's a hoax. She's also not that hot.
* If you like Buzz Williams, that's fine with me. But the vest is just way too much. He looks like a clown. Or a bartender at a casino.
* Had a great convo with a buddy this weekend. In the same sentence, he explained both that he needs to get the latest covid booster (hasn't missed one yet!!), and that he's gotten covid twice, both of which absolutely put him on his ass.
If you're applying common sense to try to add this all up, just stop.
* Just so, soooooo gay.
* Per the interweb, Jessica Simpson is back on the market. Who was hotter than her in that Dukes of Hazzard remake?
* Finishing up a rewatch of Sons of Anarchy. One thing they did exceptionally well in their ensemble cast of throw in random actors in bit roles. Tom Arnold, Stephen King, Peter Weller, Marilyn Manson, Walton Goggins, Jimmy Smits, etc.
* Very happy to see that yuppie Wade Taylor IV out tonight. F him.
- as far as I can tell, she doesn't even have a lot of content out there
- i haven't dug too far (because that's not my genre), but i haven't seen any video of this performance
- google her name, and the majority of what pops up is just stories about her performance
- the logistics of making this happen would be incredible, and seems beyond the scope of reality (unless you spend a boatload of $$$)
So yeah. I think it's a hoax. She's also not that hot.
* If you like Buzz Williams, that's fine with me. But the vest is just way too much. He looks like a clown. Or a bartender at a casino.
* Had a great convo with a buddy this weekend. In the same sentence, he explained both that he needs to get the latest covid booster (hasn't missed one yet!!), and that he's gotten covid twice, both of which absolutely put him on his ass.
If you're applying common sense to try to add this all up, just stop.
* Just so, soooooo gay.
* Per the interweb, Jessica Simpson is back on the market. Who was hotter than her in that Dukes of Hazzard remake?
* Finishing up a rewatch of Sons of Anarchy. One thing they did exceptionally well in their ensemble cast of throw in random actors in bit roles. Tom Arnold, Stephen King, Peter Weller, Marilyn Manson, Walton Goggins, Jimmy Smits, etc.
* Very happy to see that yuppie Wade Taylor IV out tonight. F him.
***** not political ******
Something I never thought I'd hear at a Senate confirmation hearing:*
Senator Jack Reed (RI) - "Mr. Hegseth, would you explain what a jagoff is?"
*this morning, confirmation for Pete Hegseth
Something I never thought I'd hear at a Senate confirmation hearing:*
Senator Jack Reed (RI) - "Mr. Hegseth, would you explain what a jagoff is?"
*this morning, confirmation for Pete Hegseth
"Scott, you got a minute?" Tubby’s voice stopped Rigot mid-stride as he walked into the gym, juggling a stack of tapes and a coffee that smelled like it had been brewed three days ago.
"Always, Coach," Rigot said, turning with a grin that he hoped looked confident, not desperate.
Tubby folded his arms, his clipboard tucked under one elbow. "I don’t mean to sound impatient, but it’s been two years. Two years, and we still don’t have a single European on the roster. What’s the deal? You were supposed to be the guy for this."
Rigot felt the familiar twinge of guilt in his chest. He couldn’t exactly tell Tubby the truth—that most of his “recruiting trips” involved dodging KGB operatives or smuggling defectors out of hostile countries. "I hear you, Coach. But these European kids, they’re tricky. They’ve got options now—big contracts overseas, club teams promising them the moon. It’s a different ballgame over there."
Tubby’s eyes narrowed. "I get that, but I also get results. And right now, you’re not delivering. I brought you here because you sold me on your international pipeline. If that pipeline’s dry, we need to talk about what you’re really doing for this program."
Rigot plastered on his best apologetic smile. "Trust me, Tubby, I’ve got a few irons in the fire. There’s a kid in Zagreb with a killer mid-range game, and I’m working on getting him over for a visit. Just needs a little more time."
"You’re out of time, Scott," Tubby said, turning to head back to practice. "This is Kentucky, not some mid-major program. We don’t wait."
Rigot’s stomach dropped as he watched Tubby walk away. He couldn’t afford to lose this job—not just because he loved basketball, but because the job was his cover. Without it, he’d be just another American tourist in places where Americans weren’t exactly welcome.
Three weeks later, Rigot found himself in a dimly lit café in Vienna, the smoke from a dozen cigarettes curling toward the ceiling. Across from him sat a grizzled man with a scar running from his temple to his jawline. His name wasn’t important; what mattered was the file he slid across the table.
"This is the physicist," the man said in heavily accented English. "He’s nervous. Doesn’t trust anyone."
"Story of my life," Rigot muttered, flipping open the file. He barely glanced at the photo before tucking it into his jacket. "Where is he?"
"Prague," the man said. "He’s under surveillance. If you fail—"
"I don’t fail," Rigot cut him off, standing to leave. "Thanks for the assist."
By the time Rigot returned to Lexington, it was clear Tubby was losing patience. He cornered Rigot in the film room, a scowl etched across his face.
"Scott, I don’t know what’s going on with you," Tubby said, his voice low but firm. "But if I don’t see some results soon, we’re gonna have a serious problem."
Rigot leaned back against the wall, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. "I hear you, Coach. I’ve got a meeting set up with that kid in Zagreb next week. This one’s the real deal—I can feel it."
"You better hope so," Tubby said, his tone sharp. "Because if I don’t see something soon, you’re gonna have to explain to me why you’re still on this staff."
Rigot nodded, his smile never faltering, but inside, he knew he was running out of room to maneuver. Tubby wanted a European star. Langley wanted the world’s secrets. And Rigot? He just wanted to keep both bosses happy—and himself alive.
"Always, Coach," Rigot said, turning with a grin that he hoped looked confident, not desperate.
Tubby folded his arms, his clipboard tucked under one elbow. "I don’t mean to sound impatient, but it’s been two years. Two years, and we still don’t have a single European on the roster. What’s the deal? You were supposed to be the guy for this."
Rigot felt the familiar twinge of guilt in his chest. He couldn’t exactly tell Tubby the truth—that most of his “recruiting trips” involved dodging KGB operatives or smuggling defectors out of hostile countries. "I hear you, Coach. But these European kids, they’re tricky. They’ve got options now—big contracts overseas, club teams promising them the moon. It’s a different ballgame over there."
Tubby’s eyes narrowed. "I get that, but I also get results. And right now, you’re not delivering. I brought you here because you sold me on your international pipeline. If that pipeline’s dry, we need to talk about what you’re really doing for this program."
Rigot plastered on his best apologetic smile. "Trust me, Tubby, I’ve got a few irons in the fire. There’s a kid in Zagreb with a killer mid-range game, and I’m working on getting him over for a visit. Just needs a little more time."
"You’re out of time, Scott," Tubby said, turning to head back to practice. "This is Kentucky, not some mid-major program. We don’t wait."
Rigot’s stomach dropped as he watched Tubby walk away. He couldn’t afford to lose this job—not just because he loved basketball, but because the job was his cover. Without it, he’d be just another American tourist in places where Americans weren’t exactly welcome.
Three weeks later, Rigot found himself in a dimly lit café in Vienna, the smoke from a dozen cigarettes curling toward the ceiling. Across from him sat a grizzled man with a scar running from his temple to his jawline. His name wasn’t important; what mattered was the file he slid across the table.
"This is the physicist," the man said in heavily accented English. "He’s nervous. Doesn’t trust anyone."
"Story of my life," Rigot muttered, flipping open the file. He barely glanced at the photo before tucking it into his jacket. "Where is he?"
"Prague," the man said. "He’s under surveillance. If you fail—"
"I don’t fail," Rigot cut him off, standing to leave. "Thanks for the assist."
By the time Rigot returned to Lexington, it was clear Tubby was losing patience. He cornered Rigot in the film room, a scowl etched across his face.
"Scott, I don’t know what’s going on with you," Tubby said, his voice low but firm. "But if I don’t see some results soon, we’re gonna have a serious problem."
Rigot leaned back against the wall, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. "I hear you, Coach. I’ve got a meeting set up with that kid in Zagreb next week. This one’s the real deal—I can feel it."
"You better hope so," Tubby said, his tone sharp. "Because if I don’t see something soon, you’re gonna have to explain to me why you’re still on this staff."
Rigot nodded, his smile never faltering, but inside, he knew he was running out of room to maneuver. Tubby wanted a European star. Langley wanted the world’s secrets. And Rigot? He just wanted to keep both bosses happy—and himself alive.
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