Inspirational thought of the week:
Mama, what have you done?
I trace your steps in the darkness of one
Am I what's left?
Silver lines whisper to me
"Wounded arms must carry the load"
We're spitting off the edge of the world, out in the night
Never had no chance, nowhere to hide
We're spitting off the edge of the world, (nowhere to run)
Never had no chance, (out comes the sun)
Spitting off the edge of the world
-- "Spitting off the Edge of the World" -- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Here at Bottom 10 Headquarters, currently located behind the Goodwill bin where Pat McAfee donates all the sleeves that he cuts off his shirts, we can't believe that two weeks of college football are already in the books -- 2u215b if you include Week 0, and at the Bottom 10, we live for zeroes.