
Well, Jim, I wanted to ask – what’s your approach for dealing with getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter?
Well, John, I can tell you this: if you think that asking me that kind of question is a game, then to respond to it, in the middle of the night, I will take a red-hot poker and shove it up your…
Oh, so like Ohio State does to you, year after year. C’mon, little bro. Surely you’ve got better than that? I’m trying to get cheered up, here. Not get further depressed by your shitty comebacks.
What shitty comebacks? You couldn’t even mount one against the Titans.
That’s it. If you’re gonna be a shithead about it – as always – I’m gonna take a little vacation. Time to cram a month’s worth of activity into an 8-hour trip to Italy. Then back to the film room.
THE WAR OF THE OAKEN BUCKET
Combatant 1: Italian city-state of Bologna
Combatant 2: Italian city of Modena
Location of Conflict: Emilia-Romagna, northern Italy
What happened? Throughout history, the Pope has always retained religious power, but as late as the turn of the 20th century, he also held serious political power. During the Middle Ages, the Pope’s political power was at its peak, controlling wide swathes of territory through the Italian peninsula, in addition to every person in western Europe swearing their fealty to him, at least in a religious sense. In the north of Italy, however, the Pope’s power was not absolute. In 1154, the Holy Roman Emperor, Frederick II Barbarossa, invaded northern Italy from Germany, claiming that he, not the Pope, was God’s representative on Earth. While this invasion was brought to an end in 1176 after papal forces defeated the Emperor at the battle of Legnano, he made a lasting impression on the political divides of the area; the Emperor had successfully seized Milan, Tortona, Pavia, Bologna, and the region of Tuscany, and even after his return to Germany, left behind many ardent followers. In the region of Emilia-Romagna, loyalties were extremely divided. Those who favored the Emperor were known as Ghibellines, while those who supported the Pope were Guelphs. The city-state of Modena was Ghibelline-controlled, while nearby Bologna was Guelph-controlled.
The Battle of Zappalino was a high point in challenging papal authority during the late Middle Ages and the Renaissance; still, wars between Guelphs and Ghibellines continued on for the next two hundred years. In 1529, when King Charles I of Spain, the new Holy Roman Emperor, invaded northern Italy, the Guelphs and Ghibellines were forced to band together to drive out the Habsburg forces, essentially squashing the differences between the two sides once and for all.
Well Johnny, I hope you enjoyed your little vacation. In the time you were away, even though you activated your security system and engaged your perimeter defenses, I still managed to scale the barbed-wire fences and sedate your attack dogs. Now I have your Super Bowl ring. You really thought a basic biometric scanner would be enough to protect that safe?
Oh, that? You mean, the knockoff I planted there? Charming, Jim. I bet you put next to your Pro Bowl statuette. By the way, have you seen that recently? You might wanna check…
YOU SON OF A…
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Information for this article taken from here, here, here, here, and here. Banner image by The Maestro.
I imagine both Harbaugh domiciles to be absolutely festooned with elaborate Rube Goldberg contraptions instead of actual security systems.
#BlackGuelphsMatter
When The Maestro ultimately writes a book, I’m fookin’ buying it!
The Holy Roman Empire was neither Holy nor Roman nor an Empire. Discuss.
Correct. It was really just a bunch of Germans who were seriously committed to doing a bit.
And then they liked the bit so much they wanted to do it again in different (much worse) outfits.
so with the Raider officially moving to Vegas, can we call them the “55’s”?
/ LV in roman numerals.
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No.
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I don’t think a bunch of Hoosiers would like being associated with any Eye-talians.
Treating a man who condones child molestation as the conduit to God. I dunno, sure sounds like the Midwest has plenty in common with Italians.
I was waiting for Purdue Pete to show his nightmare/rapey-fuel face.
it’s funny to me that us humans have always been so petty.
LORD PALMERSTEIN!
PITT. THE. ELDER.
SPENCER PERCEVAL
Oliver Crom—no, I can’t even finish that one.
Spite’s the spice of life. Vinagre-y and sweet. Stealing a 2nd bucket was

In the Fredrick II tapestry, I like that the falcon appears to be pissing against the wall. Thanks for the history lesson, love these interesting bits of history.
“I’m reading a lot of press about this replica bucket. Let’s see if he’ll be available at 10 or if we’ll need to trade up.”
– Jimmy Haslem