PurpleJ is both right and wrong depending on which post you are referring to. The defense is good enough to be undefeated if we had a decent offense and it is not good enough to win us all our games because of the combination of our full-retard offense/OC + HC making occasional supertard coaching decision in game.
SuchFagJ is one of my favorite posters. But holding onto this "the Defense is average" narrative is fucking dumb. And you know it. Just call it like it is. The Defense is very, very solid (not 91 legendary D type good, but without question the best D in the conference) while the O is a massive sucking chest wound. The end.
I won't say it until they shut down a real team. Just won't do it. Can't stop won't stop. Don't want to have the players read this bored and get overconfident for Utah. Can't have that.
"Oh shit. PurpleJ still thinks we're mediocre. We better prove that guy wrong. He's always right. He wins at pick'em. GRONK! We better decapitate their QB, pitch a shutout, and fuck all their cheerleaders up the ass bare pickle. We gotta have Purp respect us. Don't want to let him down. Better beat the shit outta that faggot Mickens while were at it."
If that happens, I will fight no more forever. Until then it's fucking fight the fuck on! AVERAGE!
I don't give a fuck about stats. I want us to do it to a somebody. A real team. Until they shut down a somebody, they're fucking average as average gets. Go ahead and argue against a point I'm not making if it makes you feel better.
No one's arguing a point you're not making. You've made the "point" that they're average, repeatedly. You've been wrong, repeatedly.
They gave up TDs to Oregon and Stanford on the opening drives. Stanford could score at will. Oregon got healthy against them. Those are the two best teams they have played.
It's a better defense than the shit we have seen, but J is right - beat someone with a pulse and then crown their ass
Back to the defense. I gotta see us do this against a somebody. Arizona and drunk Sark are nice, but I am withholding my praise until we kick a REAL opponent's teeth in. Simple fact. End of story. Fuck off.
If they hold that gay ass air raid to nothing then you know we are dealing with '91 type defense
I know you're being sarkastic, but in fairness to Kawasaki, he is doing a very good job with the defense. They're playing with a sense of urgency, they're hitting hard, and they're playing through the end of the game. They give a shit, and it shows. Huge cultural difference over what we've seen for nearly 15 years. They have a ways to go to become truly physical, but they're well on their way. By the way, the Apple Cup could be a very good game this year.
Comparisons to the '91 Huskies' Defense always come across as a bit ostentatious, Those guys allowed an average of just 9.5 points per game, and that was with many starters taken out of games early as a means to take the proverbial foot off the throttle and give backups a chance to add to the depth. Very few college football teams have fielded defenses like that. In the PAC, it's probably safe to say that no one sans USC has. Arizona's Desert Swarm was close, but not nearly as overwhelming. Anyway, teams that play defense at that level typically win National Titles, something only USC and UW have done as PAC members over the past 50 years or more.
They gave up TDs to Oregon and Stanford on the opening drives. Stanford could score at will. Oregon got healthy against them. Those are the two best teams they have played.
It's a better defense than the shit we have seen, but J is right - beat someone with a pulse and then crown their ass
Pretty sure the teams they played had pulses. If they didn't they would be dead and I think we would have noticed.
I don't give a fuck about stats. I want us to do it to a somebody. A real team. Until they shut down a somebody, they're fucking average as average gets. Go ahead and argue against a point I'm not making if it makes you feel better.
No one's arguing a point you're not making. You've made the "point" that they're average, repeatedly. You've been wrong, repeatedly.
Hope that helps.
It appears we have a different definition of average/good/great. And yours is wrong. GOOD DAY SIR!
I don't give a fuck about stats. I want us to do it to a somebody. A real team. Until they shut down a somebody, they're fucking average as average gets. Go ahead and argue against a point I'm not making if it makes you feel better.
No one's arguing a point you're not making. You've made the "point" that they're average, repeatedly. You've been wrong, repeatedly.
Hope that helps.
It appears we have a different definition of average. And SFJ's is wrong. GOOD DAY SIR!
35 yards and a turnover on 16 plays. This defense SUCKS.
I never said they suck. They're average.
Your analysis is average. At best.
What happened when they played Stanford and Cal? Is Arizona a good team? The answer is no. I'll be impressed if they can shut down Utah. Maybe. Probably not.
They're average until they can prove it over the course of the season.
#1 scoring defense in the conference. I'll grant they aren't 84 or 91 (I don't think anyone claimed they were), but best in the conference is damn good. If we (?) had an offense that was as mediocre as you think the defense is we'd (!) be undefeated.
We play in the Pac-12. HTH.
Have they shut down a good team yet? Nope. So fuck off.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Gronk spike a football.... The unrivaled power of his touchdown dance: ‘The Gronk.’ It jettisoned jiggling ribbons of electric jelly through my body and melted my knees like two pads of margarine—turned me on quicker and made me wetter than at any other time in my life other than my wedding night.
Suddenly, all I wanted to do was watch Gronk do his thang-thang in the zone place there. My vagina demanded it.
Gronk lifts the football in his hand and spikes it with such violence the ball launches 50 feet in the air...Silky ribbons of juice pleasure wobble through my nethers. My nipples harden beneath my sweater...My fingers take a detour to the front of my pants. I back up against the door of my kitchen and sink my hands all the way down the front of my panties into my hot pussy and begin furiously rubbing my clit.
I picture being mauled by a huge monolith of a man. My body used for his hard pleasure; a stone god gripping me in his hands. He hoists me in the air. My clothes are ripped from my body, my quivering flesh open and available, my body ready to be used by the strong force of the universe, a ravaging, rampaging man. He brushes aside his loincloth. And then…out comes his stone pillar of a cock.
Just as the ball comes flying out of Gronk’s hand... In front of the entire country, Gronk’s spike impacts right between my butt-cheeks. I don’t know how to explain exactly to you what happened to me since it was so otherworldly. There really is no accounting for it. But I can tell you that it felt amazing. Gronkowski’s ball unleashes a rainbow of sensation throughout my body. Pleasure shoots magically in every direction like an explosion of sparks. It jettisons jiggling ribbons of joy to every part of my body. It feels as though I am being fucked by a stampeding horde of marauders.
I dont partake in you faggies' little "whooooooshes" and various other 4th grade shit . I just bring a fresh dose of reality to this sewing circle, when im not eating chocolate pie.
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PurpleJ is both right and wrong depending on which post you are referring to. The defense is good enough to be undefeated if we had a decent offense and it is not good enough to win us all our games because of the combination of our full-retard offense/OC + HC making occasional supertard coaching decision in game.
Something like that.
Fuck.
"Oh shit. PurpleJ still thinks we're mediocre. We better prove that guy wrong. He's always right. He wins at pick'em. GRONK! We better decapitate their QB, pitch a shutout, and fuck all their cheerleaders up the ass bare pickle. We gotta have Purp respect us. Don't want to let him down. Better beat the shit outta that faggot Mickens while were at it."
If that happens, I will fight no more forever. Until then it's fucking fight the fuck on! AVERAGE!
Hope that helps.
It's a better defense than the shit we have seen, but J is right - beat someone with a pulse and then crown their ass
Comparisons to the '91 Huskies' Defense always come across as a bit ostentatious, Those guys allowed an average of just 9.5 points per game, and that was with many starters taken out of games early as a means to take the proverbial foot off the throttle and give backups a chance to add to the depth. Very few college football teams have fielded defenses like that. In the PAC, it's probably safe to say that no one sans USC has. Arizona's Desert Swarm was close, but not nearly as overwhelming. Anyway, teams that play defense at that level typically win National Titles, something only USC and UW have done as PAC members over the past 50 years or more.
Suddenly, all I wanted to do was watch Gronk do his thang-thang in the zone place there. My vagina demanded it.
Gronk lifts the football in his hand and spikes it with such violence the ball launches 50 feet in the air...Silky ribbons of juice pleasure wobble through my nethers. My nipples harden beneath my sweater...My fingers take a detour to the front of my pants. I back up against the door of my kitchen and sink my hands all the way down the front of my panties into my hot pussy and begin furiously rubbing my clit.
I picture being mauled by a huge monolith of a man. My body used for his hard pleasure; a stone god gripping me in his hands. He hoists me in the air. My clothes are ripped from my body, my quivering flesh open and available, my body ready to be used by the strong force of the universe, a ravaging, rampaging man. He brushes aside his loincloth. And then…out comes his stone pillar of a cock.
Just as the ball comes flying out of Gronk’s hand... In front of the entire country, Gronk’s spike impacts right between my butt-cheeks. I don’t know how to explain exactly to you what happened to me since it was so otherworldly. There really is no accounting for it. But I can tell you that it felt amazing. Gronkowski’s ball unleashes a rainbow of sensation throughout my body. Pleasure shoots magically in every direction like an explosion of sparks. It jettisons jiggling ribbons of joy to every part of my body. It feels as though I am being fucked by a stampeding horde of marauders.