Frank's recent post featuring the photo of Kurt Kittner doing his best impression of Glen Chervin (the "Hey Lynn" guy from Johnny Knoxville's movie about the special olympics, The Ringer) got me thinking. There's Kurt, the hero of my freshman youth at U of I, posing in a parking lot with Frank, folder in hand, Illinois polo with the top button undone. Not a bad life, per se, but certainly not glamorous, and definitely no NFL Europe.
And then there's his favorite target from that LSU-trounced team: Brandon Lloyd. After an impressive rookie season with the 49ers, Lloyd later signed the big contract with the Redskins. This year he has 2 catches for 14 yards and hasn't even suited up since week 10. Not because of injury, but because of attitude. The lack of stats doesn't seem to impede his ego: check out his official website and read all about his rapping career while viewing photo shoots of him with his Bentley and hearing some of his tracks.
I'm not wanting to get too sidetracked from this blog's core task (to capture our collective thoughts and emotions leading up to Illinois' greatest ever football victory), but it is funny that without Kittner, Lloyd wouldn't have stood out at Illinois.
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