The Kentucky Wildcats are number two in the nation in recruiting. 

In football. 

Really, this has happened. 

Stop with all your -- "But it's June!" -- Tweets and consider the accomplishment of first year head coach Mark Stoops. I don't care what month it is, did you ever think Kentucky would be number two in the country in football recruiting?

Put simply, Mark Stoops has done a remarkable job snagging talent early in his Kentucky tenure. 

Yes, Kentucky owes much of its rankings prominence to the fact that the Wildcats have more commits than many schools, but so does Texas, your erstwhile number one recruiting class in the country. In fact, Kentucky's 17 recruits actually have a higher average star rating than Texas's 19 recruits.  

Stop with your a lot changes between now and February Tweets and emails as well. Actually, a lot doesn't change. Over time, eighty percent of all verbal commitments are honored. So, yes, some recruits change their minds, but they're a substantial minority of the cases. Recruits who change their minds just get more attention than the recruits who make a commitment and stick with it throughout the year.

At the absolute worst, Kentucky should finish with a top twenty football recruiting class, something they've never managed before in their gridiron history.  

It's been a rough week for feel-good stories so the mailbag is here to make everything better.

First, a mea culpa, I was deluged by emails from farmers, really, ridiculing my premise that a man could choke a cow to death. (In last week's mailbag I suggested that the largest animal a human could kill with its bare hands was a cow.) 

Jim H. summed up the outrage:

"You've written and said a ton of dumb stuff over the years, but suggesting that an average man could strangle a cow to death is by far the dumbest. Cows have some of the strongest neck muscles in the animal kingdom. There is no way any man could choke one to death. You wouldn't even get close to shutting off the windpipe. Your an idiot. (The your was on purpose)."

Our beaver pelt trader of the week is the Maryland sorority girl who uncorked this amazing email yesterday.

It's perfect.

Oh, and she's also smoking hot.

Hot, crazy, and mean?

She's going to make someone a wonderfully wild wife. She's also tougher than just about every Maryland football player. Somewhere Big Ten commissioner Jim Delany read this email, pumped his fist, and said, "By God, I knew Maryland had the spunk the Big Ten needs."

Another year, another woeful performance on the Wonderlic test for bunches of college athletes who have somehow remained eligible at major universities despite testing borderline literate.

The latest player scores to leak are all wide receivers: West Virginia's Tavon Austin and Tennessee's Cordarrelle Patterson and Justin Hunter. The trio scored a 7, 11, and 12, respectively, according to a report in the Milwaukee newspaper. (The news wasn't all bad, USC's Robert Woods posted a 23).

A test score of ten on the Wonderlic is considered functional literacy. According to Wonderlic data the average engineer would score around a 30, the average security guard a 17.

So all three of these wide receivers tested borderline literate, and substantially less intelligent than an average security guard would test. 

Yet all three receivers have been eligible to play college football for years.

Isn't this prima facie evidence of academic fraud? I mean, if you can barely read the Wonderlic test, how in the world have you been eligible at a four year college without significant cheating?

Academic fraud -- that is, what goes on to keep players eligible in college -- is one of the great untold stories of major college athletics. Virtually every major program is cheating its ass off to keep players who have no business in college eligible to play football and basketball. 

[So much tragedy over the last few days. Along with everyone else, my heart goes out to all the people impacted in Boston, MA and now West, TX. It's been a rough week for sure, but I'm hoping I can write something that will give y'all a moment of relief from all the bad news, even if only for a couple minutes, and maybe even make you laugh a little.]

Harvey Updyke killed the oaks at Toomer's Corner, but he can never kill the Toomer's Corner tattoo that Auburn grad Giancarlo Guida recently got on his back.

You must read the story of this tattoo as written by Austin Phillips.

It took more than 12 hours for the tattoo to be finished.

I gotta be honest, this is pretty extraordinary work by Rubicon Tattoo in Atlanta.

How did he make the decision to do the tattoo?

“I thought that was a great way to capture the trees after that asshole killed them,” Guida said.

Guida is a married father of four and his wife is, wait for it, an Alabama grad.

“She’s just glad it’s on my back,” Guida said. “But the joke’s on her because it is the last thing she has to see when I walk away.”

Presumably this is because Guida never wears shirts.

We always wonder about the individuals who get these tattoos, but usually we don't get the story behind them.

At long last, we have the story.

And it's real and spectacular.

By Josh Lampley

When I first moved on to the campus of the large SEC school that I attend, I was excited for many reasons. I looked forward to new freedoms, new females, new friends, and SEC football. Those were my four "F's". But one aspect of the college life that I never took into account was the fact that the same star athletes I would watch on the field on Saturdays would be in my classes during the week.

You can't stop crazy.

It's an important lesson to remember in the wake of two explosive devices that went off at the Boston Marathon yesterday, killing three people and injuring over a hundred.

That's an awful act perpetrated by an individual or individuals, either foreign or domestic, who are terribly misguided and weak.

But it's also an incredibly aberrant and rare act.

In the long history of American sports, there have been two sports terror attacks -- the 1996 Olympic Park bombing that killed two people and wounded over 100, and yesterday's bombing at the Boston Marathon. Those two attacks are separated by nearly 17 years, flank the 9/11 terrorist attack, and have killed five people combined. (There have been sports terror attacks elsewhere -- most notably Munich in 1972 -- but these are rare also. Time Magazine compiled the ten worst sports terror attacks a few years ago.)

In fact, in the entire world, less than 100 people total have ever been killed by terror attacks at sporting events.

When you consider the size of the crowds and the difficulty of policing audiences of this size, that's simply unbelievable.

Lots of people are understandly shaken by yesterday's event, but over the past hundred years worldwide you've been infinitely more likely to fall to death inside a stadium than you have been to be the victim of terrorism. Alcohol poisoning has killed infinitely more fans. Scores more people have died driving to and from sporting events. Indeed, around 110 people a day die in car accidents in this country, the equivalent of the entire VIetnam War death toll every two years. Amazingly, despite the frequent and massive gatherings of sports fans around the world, attending a sporting event is one of the safest things a large group of people can do in America.  

Adam Scott, the man your wife or girlfriend actually wishes she was with instead of you, won the Masters yesterday.

Which is nice.

Because prior to this win all Adam Scott had going for him was that he was a single, multi-millionaire professional golfer from Australia who was ridiculously good looking. Now he's a single, multi-millionaire professional golfer from Australia who's ridiculously good looking with a green jacket.

I think I speak for everyone when I ask this question -- how in the world could he live with himself without that green jacket?

Scott's victory did, however, launch him into the celebrity stratosphere as millions of women around the world suddenly realized that he exists. And they all simultaneously wished they were with him instead of their current husband or boyfriend. If you doubt me, check out this google trend line for "Adam Scott girlfriend" searches on Twitter. Google hasn't updated the searches for "Adam Scott girlfriend" to reflect yesterday's results -- and some of these were probably gay guys -- but last year's British Open, when Scott nearly won the tournament, sent Google search traffic soaring for his girlfriend. Chances are your wife, girlfriend, and all their friends were surreptiously Googling his marital status just in case.

Scott's single, but he's previously dated Ana Ivanovic.

It's mailbag time and by the time you read this I'll be teeing off in a charity golf tournament at Legends Golf Course here in Nashville.

But I suspect there will also be some good SEC news that is bouncing around all over the Internets. OKTC will be there to cover it live next week. Check Twitter if you want to know what I'm talking about.  

In the meantime, the mailbag is off and rolling on Friday as always. Even if I'm in the process of posting a solid 100 on the golf course.  

Our beaver pelt trader of the week is 3HL listener and OKTC reader Brandt Snedeker, who I took at 30-1 odds to win the Masters; he had a good first day so I'm going to presumptively crown him beaver pelt trader of the week in hopes it will carry him on to victory and help to make me some serious money.

Good luck Brandt.  

On to the mailbag: 

A couple of weeks ago we dove into the porn habits of each SEC state.

The results were wildly popular. You were dirty, dirty birds Kentucky.

Thanks to massive data analysis, the top ten most searched porn terms by state have been compiled here.

Of course we immediately thought about every state in football terms and wondered, which conference is the dirtiest?

So after analyzing the SEC's porn state favorites, what conference makes sense to do next?

The Big Ten, of course.

By Brett Ungashick

In the last week we have seen quite different approaches to connecting with collegiate athletes. On one end of the spectrum was Mike Rice who attempted to inspire players by throwing basketballs at their heads and calling them "f***ing f***ots." There's not a whole lot to add to the Rutgers situation that hasn't already been said. Yes, the school administrators predictably protected the profits over the people who were producing them. Yes, Mike Rice is certainly not the only coach in the country who has abused his free laborers. Additionally, the most embarrassing part of the situation is that had Rutgers done better than 15-16, and been a perennial tournament team, Rice would still have a future in coaching. Winning takes care of everything. Don't believe me and Tiger? Bob Knight, the original Mike Rice, is a public face of ESPN and even amidst the Rutgers outrage, Knight was able to appear in a commercial during the championship game.