Flammable, With Legs

It's cold in Florida. For the three people who read this that aren't in Florida, this is big news. And if you already knew that it was cold in Florida, isn't that just ridiculous?

I came home yesterday to my genius of a roomate doing homework bundled up with the AC blasting. It got much cooler when the AC went off and windows went up. This morning's temperature without the aid of electricity was a brisk *65 f. That's downright chilly. I mean, I was considerably more comfortable in long sleeves than short. For this region, that's saying something.

In sports . . .

Chiefs move to 4-2. That makes me happy.

And to my boy, Brad Smith (pronounced "Smiff"), he had another outstanding game against Nebraska.

Passing, he was 21 of 36 for 234 yards and a touchdown. No biggie, right? I mean lots of quqarterbacks can do that. Here's what they cannot do, 28 carries for 267 yards and 3 touchdowns. He had 480 total yards, leading the NCAA in week 8.

This guy is leading the Big 12 in RUSHING YARDS by a good 200 yards. Someone try and stop him, I dare you.