Texas Longhorns quarterback Colt McCoy proposed to his girlfriend Rachel Glandorf in Texas Stadium earlier this week. Deadspin had photos of the how he did it: he took her into the stadium at night and had the scoreboard operator flash a message on the JumboTron. I would have flashed something else. You know, like my wang. McCoy, seriously here, says his injured shoulder should be ready to go for the upcoming NFL scouting combine in Indianapolis. He’s currently considered optimistically a low first-day pick. Rachel could have done so much better.
Texas Longhorns quarterback Colt McCoy almost cost his team a shot at the national title…with an incomplete pass. Just before the Longhorns kicked a last-second field goal, McCoy threw a high-arching pass out of bounds as time–or so everyone thought, expired.
McCoy says he thought the clock stopped on a pass out of bounds as soon as it crossed the first-down marker. Had he known the rule, he says, he wouldn’t have floated a long and high pass over the bench area that didn’t touch down until it appeared to hit a railing near the stands.
After McCoy’s pass, the clock hit :00 and the Cornhuskers began to celebrate. But one second was put back on after officials looked at a replay, enough time for Texas to kick the winning field goal. –the monolith.
McCoy didn’t even know that that was in the rulebook. And I only bring this up because Texas might be the worst No. 2 to ever make the national title game since Oklahoma in 2003 to play for the BCS title. Here’s hoping that McCoy throws one more incomplete, and that Nebraska juggernaut Ndamukong Suh–and not McCoy–walks out with the first-ever Heisman Trophy won by an exclusively defensive player. Read the rest of this entry »
I guess all good things resembling pubic hair on one’s face must come to an end. And so it goes with Texas Longhorns quarterback Colt McCoy, who announced to a public with bated breath that he would be shaving the upper lip apparatus next week, I guess either because (a) he’s afraid the Heisman Trophy committee would shy away from prison bush, or (b) he turned in his Camaro for Cash for Clunkers. Whatever the reason, it certainly was a wonderful, mustachioed journey. Farewell, magical face dust. We hardly knew ye. via.
Texas quarterback Colt McCoy went on ESPN Radio yesterday and talked to Mike Tirico and Scott Van Pelt about what he did on Saturday night instead of watching Oklahoma cruise past MIzzou in the Big 12 title game the Longhorns could have been playing in. What was it? Keg stands? HALO? Panty raid? Nope:
McCoy: All right, well, I called up some buddies and we went spotlightin’. We went huntin’, basically.
Van Pelt: Wait, you’re talking to two city guys here. What the heck is spotlighting?
McCoy: It’s basically where you get a spotlight, and you just kind of look for varmints and –
Van Pelt: Varmints? Possums? Armadillos?
McCoy: Yeah, armadillos, anything really. You just have to go out there and shoot stuff to get all this anger out.
And to think I wasted what little time I spent in Austin drinking on Sixth Street and listening to live music. Apparently I missed out on the college experience in Texas.
Eye contact for attractive groupies only
Yesterday, Texas quarterback Colt McCoy was named the AP’s Big 12 offensive player of the year. The AP also bestowed the conference best offensive player by granting him to second-team All-Big 12 honors. The AP decided that Oklahoma’s Sam Bradford was the best quarterback in the conference, even better than the best offensive player, another quarterback.
Texas Tech quarterback Graham Harrell was the only other quarterback to get a vote from the 20 voters who decided the AP’s Big 12 all-conference teams. Harrell picked up four votes — one for first team and three for second team. Thus, the race swung on whether Harrell voters picked McCoy or Bradford as their second choice.
Nice explanation. Don’t care. Still gay.
Side note: The best QBs in the Big 12 — McCoy, Bradford, Harrell, and Mizzou’s Chase Daniel — are collectively better than the quarterbacks in the NFC North.
