BIG TEN LAWYERS CRUSH THE LITTLE GUY

by Vent, Big Ten Tailgate

Last night the urgent call was waiting on my voicemail.

"Give me a call when you get this," says the voice on the other end.

It was Big Ten Tailgate's main sponsor, and several scenarios ran through my head. He's pissed I called him a 'punk,' posted photos of him in front of the Playboy Grotto or that he's pulling the plug on the entire sponsorship deal.

Little did I figure the message would be that copyright lawyers were sending him cease orders on the BTT domain name. Lawyers writing two-page letters is scary, especially when I have barely enough to cover expanded basic cable (no NFL Network or Big Ten Network). Going months without Top Chef and Blonde Bimbos of Orange County hurt.

The Big Ten can have my Honda with 175,000 miles. I'm in the process of hiding my valuables and have made arrangements to bury a family heirloom in an Ohio corn field.

So the huge decision was made late last night to end the BTT revolution. It was painful but not nearly what it would feel like to hand over my burgeoning 401k to Big Ten universities. They could use that money to buyout Dave Revsine and hire some other schmuck who wants to escape ESPN.

This space was supposed to be used to introduce my blog and provide Epic Carnival with a taste of what made BTT tick. Instead, I had to break this horrible news. I promise, soon, you'll be seeing breasts, drunks and football news

BTT was about more than just women, booze, keg stands and football. It became a place to be irresponsible and that free spirit finally sank the ship.

And I won't lose any sleep.