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IF (still have a chance) we end up without a QB.
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clout chasers who dont know anything out in force
Mnhurricane
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The general eval of QBs is incredibly poor from this staff and they are acting like there is another portal period (with other positions as well). very seriously we should be firing those in charge of portal recruiting.
Frankly we have been very lucky to have stumbled into our QBs the last two years is it going to take a year of 6 wins with Emory to fix something so obvious..?
Frankly we have been very lucky to have stumbled into our QBs the last two years is it going to take a year of 6 wins with Emory to fix something so obvious..?
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I'm gonna have to bail on this board again from January 20th - September 2027 aren't I?
I really hope my time away involves basking in a natty not the other way around.
I really hope my time away involves basking in a natty not the other way around.
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This is all happening because you were thinking of changing your username. I know it.
Just like JOJo?
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Fired? Great idea. Poyser, Beck, CJ, Marty, Brach, Marion, Ethan, Scott, Thomas, Lucas, and Blay all suck balls. What are these guys doing?
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I will say a QB could request entry to portal Tomorrow, the school would have 2 days to put his name in, and thus we wouldn’t get an announcement of said player into portal until Tuesday after the championship game.
However I feel the chances of keeping a big name under wraps is like zero.
However I feel the chances of keeping a big name under wraps is like zero.
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Also take another swing at Malik Washington. We took a shot at Heinschel. Why would t we with Washington.
I mean is there any shot Maryland isn’t firing their HC next yr? Same as NCSt with Doeren
I mean is there any shot Maryland isn’t firing their HC next yr? Same as NCSt with Doeren
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What'd I'd tell you this morning. It's starting early. We haven't even gotten to Friday yet
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It’s just a fact regardless.
You saying expect the board to state facts isn’t anything crazy lmao
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You guys will want to take your time to read my thoughts, enjoy:
I want to be absolutely clear before I proceed: I am not a journalist. I am not an insider. I am something far more dangerous — a man who has cultivated an almost supernatural ability to perceive vibrations in the universe that lesser minds simply cannot detect. I have sources. I have instincts. I have a laptop and approximately four and a half hours of free time on a Thursday afternoon. What I’m about to share has been marinating in my brain like a fine intellectual brisket, and I’ve decided — after much meditation and two energy drinks — that the community is finally ready.
But first, some housekeeping.
I need everyone to understand that what follows is not “information” in the pedestrian sense. It’s more of a… knowing. A convergence of atmospheric conditions that I, through years of posting on this very message board, have trained myself to interpret. You see, while most of you are out there living your lives, going to work, spending time with loved ones, I am here. Watching. Listening. Refreshing. I have become something of a human seismograph for college football roster movement, and what I’m detecting right now is a tremor so faint, so imperceptible to the untrained eye, that I honestly questioned whether I should even share it.
But then I remembered: I am me. And you are not. And that distinction matters.
Let me be excruciatingly clear about what this post is and is not. This is NOT a “scoop.” Scoops are for amateurs who crave immediate validation. This is a paradigm recalibration. This is me, standing at the edge of the information abyss, peering into the void, and returning with a single pebble of truth that I will now describe to you in approximately eleven paragraphs before revealing what color it is.
There’s been a lot of chatter lately. Most of it wrong. Some of it almost right but for the wrong reasons. A select few of you — and you know who you are — have brushed up against the truth without realizing it, like a moth bumping into a window. Meanwhile, I have been inside the house this entire time, watching you bump.
I won’t name names. I won’t cite sources. I won’t even confirm that anything I’m about to say is accurate in any legally binding sense. What I WILL do is offer you a framework — a conceptual scaffolding, if you will — upon which you can hang your own conclusions. Because ultimately, this isn’t about me. Except that it is. Entirely.
What I can tell you is this: programs evaluate. That’s what they do. They evaluate constantly, continuously, in a state of perpetual evaluation that would exhaust a normal person but is simply Tuesday for a Division I coaching staff. And when a program evaluates, certain names arise. These names are not chosen at random. They are selected based on criteria that I understand intimately but cannot disclose without compromising the very fabric of the information ecosystem I have spent years cultivating with my posts.
Now, some of you are going to read this and say, “Get to the point.” To which I say: the point IS the journey. The destination is merely where we stop walking. And I am not yet tired.
There’s a player. You’ve heard of him. In fact, you’ve heard of him so many times that hearing his name again might cause you to close this browser tab in frustration. But here’s what you DON’T know: I ALSO know his name. And I’ve known it. For a while. Longer than you’d think. Not as long as some, but longer than most, and certainly long enough to justify this entire post.
Geography is a factor. It always is. People underestimate geography because they can’t quantify it on a spreadsheet, but I — a man who has studied Google Maps with the intensity of a Cold War cartographer — understand its power. Proximity matters. Roots matter. The ineffable pull of home matters. And when you combine these factors with other factors that I’m aware of but won’t specify, a picture begins to emerge. Not a clear picture. More of a Monet. Blurry up close, but from a distance? Also somewhat blurry. But MEANINGFULLY blurry.
I want to pause here and acknowledge the burden I carry. It is not easy being the guy who knows things. People expect you to share. They demand specifics. They want receipts. But receipts are for transactions, and what I’m describing is more of an ambient awareness — a persistent hum of possibility that only certain frequency-sensitive individuals can detect. I am one such individual. You’re welcome.
So what am I actually saying?
I’m saying that wheels exist. I’m saying that wheels can turn. I’m saying that the direction in which wheels turn is influenced by factors both visible and invisible, and that I have positioned myself at the intersection of both. I’m saying that when the time comes — and it will come, or it won’t, both outcomes being consistent with my analysis — you will remember this post. You will return to it. You will say, “That magnificent porster was either completely right or not wrong in any provable way.”
And now, after all of this, after you’ve scrolled past paragraphs of intentional obfuscation, after you’ve questioned whether this post has any actual content, after you’ve perhaps muttered something unkind about me under your breath — which, fair — I will give you what you came for.
The name.
The name that has been discussed. Endlessly. By everyone. For weeks. On every platform. In every thread. With no new information ever being added by anyone.
That name is:
CJ BAILEY.
You’re welcome. I accept payment in the form of upvotes and vague acknowledgments of my contribution to this site.
I want to be absolutely clear before I proceed: I am not a journalist. I am not an insider. I am something far more dangerous — a man who has cultivated an almost supernatural ability to perceive vibrations in the universe that lesser minds simply cannot detect. I have sources. I have instincts. I have a laptop and approximately four and a half hours of free time on a Thursday afternoon. What I’m about to share has been marinating in my brain like a fine intellectual brisket, and I’ve decided — after much meditation and two energy drinks — that the community is finally ready.
But first, some housekeeping.
I need everyone to understand that what follows is not “information” in the pedestrian sense. It’s more of a… knowing. A convergence of atmospheric conditions that I, through years of posting on this very message board, have trained myself to interpret. You see, while most of you are out there living your lives, going to work, spending time with loved ones, I am here. Watching. Listening. Refreshing. I have become something of a human seismograph for college football roster movement, and what I’m detecting right now is a tremor so faint, so imperceptible to the untrained eye, that I honestly questioned whether I should even share it.
But then I remembered: I am me. And you are not. And that distinction matters.
Let me be excruciatingly clear about what this post is and is not. This is NOT a “scoop.” Scoops are for amateurs who crave immediate validation. This is a paradigm recalibration. This is me, standing at the edge of the information abyss, peering into the void, and returning with a single pebble of truth that I will now describe to you in approximately eleven paragraphs before revealing what color it is.
There’s been a lot of chatter lately. Most of it wrong. Some of it almost right but for the wrong reasons. A select few of you — and you know who you are — have brushed up against the truth without realizing it, like a moth bumping into a window. Meanwhile, I have been inside the house this entire time, watching you bump.
I won’t name names. I won’t cite sources. I won’t even confirm that anything I’m about to say is accurate in any legally binding sense. What I WILL do is offer you a framework — a conceptual scaffolding, if you will — upon which you can hang your own conclusions. Because ultimately, this isn’t about me. Except that it is. Entirely.
What I can tell you is this: programs evaluate. That’s what they do. They evaluate constantly, continuously, in a state of perpetual evaluation that would exhaust a normal person but is simply Tuesday for a Division I coaching staff. And when a program evaluates, certain names arise. These names are not chosen at random. They are selected based on criteria that I understand intimately but cannot disclose without compromising the very fabric of the information ecosystem I have spent years cultivating with my posts.
Now, some of you are going to read this and say, “Get to the point.” To which I say: the point IS the journey. The destination is merely where we stop walking. And I am not yet tired.
There’s a player. You’ve heard of him. In fact, you’ve heard of him so many times that hearing his name again might cause you to close this browser tab in frustration. But here’s what you DON’T know: I ALSO know his name. And I’ve known it. For a while. Longer than you’d think. Not as long as some, but longer than most, and certainly long enough to justify this entire post.
Geography is a factor. It always is. People underestimate geography because they can’t quantify it on a spreadsheet, but I — a man who has studied Google Maps with the intensity of a Cold War cartographer — understand its power. Proximity matters. Roots matter. The ineffable pull of home matters. And when you combine these factors with other factors that I’m aware of but won’t specify, a picture begins to emerge. Not a clear picture. More of a Monet. Blurry up close, but from a distance? Also somewhat blurry. But MEANINGFULLY blurry.
I want to pause here and acknowledge the burden I carry. It is not easy being the guy who knows things. People expect you to share. They demand specifics. They want receipts. But receipts are for transactions, and what I’m describing is more of an ambient awareness — a persistent hum of possibility that only certain frequency-sensitive individuals can detect. I am one such individual. You’re welcome.
So what am I actually saying?
I’m saying that wheels exist. I’m saying that wheels can turn. I’m saying that the direction in which wheels turn is influenced by factors both visible and invisible, and that I have positioned myself at the intersection of both. I’m saying that when the time comes — and it will come, or it won’t, both outcomes being consistent with my analysis — you will remember this post. You will return to it. You will say, “That magnificent porster was either completely right or not wrong in any provable way.”
And now, after all of this, after you’ve scrolled past paragraphs of intentional obfuscation, after you’ve questioned whether this post has any actual content, after you’ve perhaps muttered something unkind about me under your breath — which, fair — I will give you what you came for.
The name.
The name that has been discussed. Endlessly. By everyone. For weeks. On every platform. In every thread. With no new information ever being added by anyone.
That name is:
CJ BAILEY.
You’re welcome. I accept payment in the form of upvotes and vague acknowledgments of my contribution to this site.
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tf you meant by "politicking" then if not that?
LOL. So says the asst to the regional manager.