Back in the saddle
Feliz Año Nuevo!
Hooray for Sooners crashing into the mountain! Hooray for fantastic endings to fantastic games! This is one of those rare moments when you can say "that was one of the best X's EVER" or "that was one of the greatest X's of all time" and it not be hyperbole. If you assed out early, you should kill yourself.
Fiutak's got stream of consciousness notes; read them while you watch this on repeat and maintain a constant state of goosebumpage:
Statue of fucking Liberty, baby!
By the way, if Barry Alvarez and whatever other shitclown they had doing color commentary are around for the remaining three BCS games on FOX, I'm probably going to pour hot wax down both my ear canals. I was actually surprised when Brenneman hadn't committed suicide by halftime. That guy's a trooper.
And wow, holy shit! Remember the one Boise cheerleader they kept showing over and over again? The hot one? Look!
The Triumvirate is taking a field trip to Maine next week. It's going to be legend...wait for it...ary.
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posted by Anonymous @ 8:58 AM
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holy fuck! I completely shit the bed last night and missed out.
On a lighter note, the ice gods have finally answered our prayers. Great Pond is iced over. Construction on the ice shack should be completed by this weekend. The new four wheeler should be ready for us to play with. I have secured transport for the entire crew in a van from Boston. Beer will be on hand. I will check my keys with Giz upon his arrival, in hopes of avoiding any automotive inspired injury.
Richard, get ready to freeze your little ass off!
Ah, the ice gods. It only took several sacrificial virgins and countless libations to appease them.
VAN? BEER? NO CRACKED SKULLS? I have two words to describe this trip......LOON CALL!!
just curious. Do yall think this game was a more historic game than last year?? I don't think so, if only because of the lack of a national champion, only a double A team beating semi-pro cock suckers.
The implications of this game were not even near the magnitude of those of last year's Rose Bowl, but as far as pureness of the sport and enjoyability - it was at least on par. Just as exciting an ending, for sure.
I was listening to Howard this morning and it sounded like this asshole (pictured above) hit his fiancee with a Club (of the steering wheel lock variety). I may have misheard, due to the copious amounts of crack that I smoked last night, but I figured I could give Toon a minor research item this morning.
Maine short range forcast: 40's and shitty
Maine long range forcast: cold, snow, and debauchery
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