In Brodus we trust. Dude is reaching cult status. It's a great story in one sense, but in another it a sad testimony on the state of our program that we have to call a frat house an hour before kickoff to have a functional kicker.
Come to think of it, you're right. It does fit. Still, autocorrect pisses me off, and I have yet to find the edit button on mobile. Besides, it costs credits to edit now. I'll just post a correction, and earn more credits by post padding. 'Play the system. Don't let it play you.' That's one of my mottos.
That was one of those moments that I will never forget where I was when it happened. Motel room in Charleston, SC at a civil war re-enactment. A couple of my buddies and I left camp to go watch the game. Went from the deepest valley to the mountaintop. It was after that game that I said to myself 'This is the year.'
I figured it out boys. Remember the year Tennessee-Arky was delayed by lighting for like an hour-and-a-half and both teams came back out and played like shiz? We need something like this to happen. Then its heavy doses of Jaron Toney for the win. TIFWIW.
Was sitting in a deer stand listening to the game over the AM radio. When all looked lost, I dropped a slick head in anger. Got back to camp in time for the drive.
Best of both worlds, imo. While not a huge hunter, I love the outdoors. Add 'the drive' to that, as the beer commercial said, 'It just don't get any better than this!'
We are looking [uck fay]ing awful. Nobody, players or coaches act like they know what the hell is going on. LBs cover a damn back out of the backfield. It's not that damn hard. Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?