It’s the dark underbelly of Jim Tressel’s psyche that we all—or at least us Michigan fans—knew existed. Yes folks, this is the proof that a rude, bigoted, misogynistic, hedonistic, callous soul lurks underneath that pious persona Tressel cultivates .
Check out Coach Tressel’s visit to a cancer ward: Whaaa Whaaaaa I Have Cancer
All these ugly, little cancer kids are really starting to creep me out.
Or, Coach Tressel’s foray into rap music: Drivin That Train
I'm Coach Jimmy Tressel
With a Little confessel
I smoked a huge blunt
Now I'm a big messel
Or, Coach Tressel's views on the mentally handicapped: Fucking Retards
Hey... I'm just kiding.
I only let them give me head.
Or, Coach Tressel’s Fiesta Bowl halftime report: Half-time Quickie
First of all, 21-7? I thought this guy was supposed to be an offensive genius. Did you see that sack by AJ Hawk. He stuffed him just like he stuffed his sister the night before...which was hot.
Or, Coach Tressel’s Fiesta Bowl Victory party: Spoils of Victory
Some how part of our sectional and one of Troy Smith's hookers ended up at the bottom of my pool. But that's why I have a maid.
There’s a lot, lot more. Someone is very sick and has entirely too much time on their hands.
Warning--The content of this site is simultaneously inappropriate and hilarious. If anyone catches you laughing--which is very likely--and then reads what you're laughing at, you will be shunned by decent people everywhere.