Yail Bloor Wrote:
I only saw bits and pieces of the game because I was at some horseshit wedding (the bride at one point discovered a group of us huddled around the TV in the bar monitoring the situation and wasn't too happy but fuck it--if you schedule your wedding during a game you get what you get) so I'll have to watch the replay On Demand and try and get a better grip on just what went wrong. From what I saw though I definitely agree with this sentiment:
Sen. Vernie Coles LooGAR Wrote:
When we kicked that field goal with 4 minutes left, I said to Femgar, my sister and Not A Major! "Play Pussy, Get Fucked." I know its the "smart play," but the fact that we couldn't get in the end zone all fucking night was underscored then, and at the end. I'd've rather died with our boots on.
No fucking faith in the receivers, bro.
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Yeah, I know, man. Another conundrum for me was why they even gave Brown reps. They had nothing going on between the tackles, and those twins Rufus and Loomis or whatever, were keyed on the middle -- but when they went student body right or left, or moved Knowshon around, he came the fuck through. Staff looked uneven, but you can see he has the talent.
I think that's the worst part about this one: We have the talent, but just couldn't pull it all together.
Fuck, I can't believe y'all had to miss the game because of Fatty-Fat-Fat-Fat's marriage to Debo. I woulda rocked him in the face.
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harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
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