Week 9 picks...weakly

     Tried to get an update from my crew on their research to the one and only Alan Davison. Also had to try to get their input for this weeks slate of weak games; except for the one in Lincoln, which will be epic.
      "Mr. Leroix," I called out into the ether. "What do you have going on this week?"
     "Ah tell you what, cher. Ah found out some intrestin' stuff on our ami, Alan, but deh mo impo-tant stuff going on is ah'm trying to use dis week to prepare for Le Grand game, next week."
     "Hit me with the good stuff, Leroix, and save me a Turbo Dog."
     "Shore will do dat," he laughed. "Fust things fust. Mr. Davison has been employed by a series of airlines for the past 15 years or so. He worked his way up de chain, flying for rinky-dink regional outfits until he got his shot at deh big time, workin' fo' one of deh big airlines. Until about a year ago, he just up and disappears. No employment record, no taxes, no nuffin'. It's almost lahk he done got erased."
      "Interesting. What are you going to do to occupy your time while you await Armageddon?"
     Ah'll jus' have to bide mah tahm watchin the Piggies from Arkansaw beat up on Vanderbilt. Ah don' know how much more an elderly Arkansaw fan could take, wit' dem comin' from behind every week. Dis week shouldn't be a prawblem. Piggies 34, Commodores 13. Down over in Georgiah, Le Tigres L'Orange have to go play the smart kids at Tech. Smart kids will lose on the field, but will get jobs working at NASCAR or the aviation industry or NASA. Wait, never mind dat las' one. Clemson 56, Smart Kids 31."
     I dreaded placing the next call, but it had to be done. "Bubba!" I shouted when the line picked up. Bad move.
     "What is your problem?" Bubba yelled at me. "I'm still hung over, and plan to be hung over. I still can't believe how badly the Sooners pissed down their legs...against Texas Tech," the last part sounded like a cross between a sob and a wail.
     "Just tell me what you know, Bubba."
     "I crossed checked the info that Leroix sent me with my contacts. It looks like this Davison cat started raising his profile as a tree-top flier, recently. My people think he's been making a name for himself landing loads from south of the border on unmarked fields in Texas. Nothing huge yet, but he ain't been busted and it seems that he is able to keep his mouth shut."
     This was some interesting info, but it didn't add up with the uniform. I had to put that element on the back burner.
     "What are you watching this week?"
     "The only thing I've got is Baylor rolling into Stillwater. This could be interesting, since I think RG3 can move the ball on the Cow Rapers. I don't think they'll have the juice to go the distance with Okie Lite's offense, but it will be closer than people think. Okie Lite 49, Baptists 41."
     "How are your Sooner's going to do against K-state?" I hazarded.
     "Right now I have a feeling that the match-ups work in OU's favor. The Purple Pussies don't throw the ball like Tech, and OU still moved the ball and scored, just didn't get enough stops from the D. This is K-State's come to earth game. Sooners 45, Pussies 24."

     I called up Marcus to see what his research had yielded. "Dude," he said, as usual. "This Davison cat may be in waaaay over his head. He's dealing with some heavy hitters from down South. The dudes he's gotten in with have a history of setting their mules up. They bring in one final big load, and when the mule goes to get his payment, there are feds all over the place with enough incriminating evidence to make them prime candidates to win a vacation at Club Fed. Only pilots too desperate or too stupid still sign on with them."

     "Hmmm. Cool. Good work. How are your picks coming?"

     "Dude, boring games. Wazzu has to go to Oregon to get drilled, easily a 63-21 game for the Quackers. Stanford goes to the bright lights of LA to spank the University of Spoiled Children. While both QB's will be playing on Sundays, soon, Stanford and Luck are way better. Like, 49-17 better, dude."

     That just left Grandma and Lloyd and their B1G picks.

     "Grandma, I called out, how's it going?"

      "Just fine, Deary. I found something interesting."

     "What's that, Grandma?"

     "It seems that our Mr. Davison was doing fine until some point after 9/11. There are some interesting things on the internet that go beyond the usual conspiracy hoo-hah. It seems that there have been an increase in cases of 'Stolen Glory' for first responders and airline employees similar to those guys that claim to be Iraq or Afghanistan veterans when the nearest they got to combat was shoveling shit in Louisiana. Apparently, there are whispers that Mr. D got drummed out of the Major Airliner business after a few too many  heated confrontations with stews on-board his planes when they didn't show him enough respect for being a pilot when 9/11 happened. Weird, huh?"

     "That's good stuff, Grandma. Let's have your picks, please."

     "Of course, Deary. Northwestern will kink the Hosers, but who doesn't, 38-21. My old Boyfriend and his Knitting Lions will handle the illness with a box of tissues. Illinois has gone from New and improved contender to same old pretender in two weeks. PSU 28, IU 14. In a battle of red-on-red, the Stinking Badgers have to go to the Horseshoe and play a steady improving Ohio State. Trap game, watch out Bucky, Brutus and the Buckeyes upset Bucky and the Badgers 23-21."

     Lloyd's picks were next. "I don't have anything fun to add, like everybody else. So I'll just do my picks for the LegendS home games."

     "You're stuck with me all the time, buddy. You get to do the interesting stuff up close and personal. Lay those picks on me."

     "Purdue has to go to Michigan. I have to go with Wolverhampton, but closer than people think, 31-28 for Shoelaces and company over the Boilmakers. Iowa has to go to Minnesota, play around at A.C.E.S. and kill rodents. 38-17, Hackneys."    

     The case of Alan Davison was getting more and more interesting. Just not as interesting as the big showdown in Lincoln. The ancient Spartans are best known for their heroic stand at Thermopylae against the Persians. I wonder if the MSU Spartans know that despite the stand, they still lost.
     Husk-husk and on the qb.