It may not be a Spread Sheets (yet), but Magruder has returned, and brought the fire with him.

Achilles, James Dickey, the Anglo-Saxons – echoes of an ancient wildness. Embrace it. War Damn Eagle.

The guys a freakin’ genius! Magruder! (He’s back. You’re welcome.)

“Formation diversity, misdirection, play diversity: you can successfully coach two of those to a bunch of preposterone’d college-age dudes.”
John Magruder on Todd’s arm, Auburn’s Pythagorean win incidence, and the legitimacy of Gus Malzahn… complete, of course, with charts.

Forget graphs, pie charts… Magruder has gone topographic with the Auburn offense and SEC West.

Magruder! The guy’s a freakin’ genius… MAGRUDER!

Magruder’s spread sheets are back to let you know: Chizik’s Tigers bellow on his behalf.

The world is brave and new, equal parts lunch pail and laptop. It was only natural that I’d try to make a spreadsheet out of a football game.

This year’s Plainsmen aren’t going to be broken. Not by you. Not by me. Not by Noel Devine.

Saturday night, I hurt my hand on the ceiling. Stupid popcorn ceiling. One could say that, given my love of football and my generally frightening level of excitement when my team scores, I should have known better than to move into this apartment. “The ceiling looks dangerous,” I should have said. “ What am I supposed to do this fall – wear gloves? How will I eat ribs?”