Confessions of a doog
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I have a shirt with this logo. Wife bought it for me when she was in Seattle in 2010 visiting a high school friend who was dying of triple-neg breast cancer. Wore it last Friday evening hoping that McCaffrey would feel a disconcerting lump next to one of his nipplesDugdawg said:I ran right out like a good soldier and bought a hat with this on it too.

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I already confessed to posting on this Doog site more than anyone else has.CheersWestDawg said:If REAL God is reading this thread, maybe he will forgive us our Doogily sins since we are confessing them and He will bless us with a win in Eugene finally.
I say He definitely blesses us with a win only if @TierbsHsotBoobs confesses his greatest Doog sin. So far Boobs hasn't stepped into the confessional with the imaginary virtual priest that may or may not have his eyes on Boobs' man meat.
Come on Sven, step in, kneel, admit your sins, and take a chance.
WE(?) need a win on Saturday.
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Bless me Stalin, for I have sinned:
I attended the UW Stanford game in '82 or so, where the wave began. I earned the tickets from selling newspaper subscriptions, and sat in the west end zone surrounded by Stanford fans. In a 42-31 win, every single point in the game was scored in the East end zone.
My sin #1: As cheap and shitty as those seats were, I bragged for years or chimed in that I was at the game where the wave started.
My sin #2: I had Tyee club seats on the 50 yard line for several years. The sin? It was from 2006-2008, during the Willingham era, and I still brag about it, without mentioning the years. -
Ummm. Guilty. Free pub?CFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
Thread over. @Dennis_DeYoung is truly the King of the Doogs.Dennis_DeYoung said:I forgot that I went to almost every last dawgman event ever. I even flew in for some.
I'm happy to see that no one has admitted to going to a Dawgman signing day TBS breakfast at that crappy sports bar in Kirkland. -
My sin #1: I thought we won the natty in the offseason from 2008-2013 circa SARK ERA
sin #2: My nanny in 4th grade worked at Joey's during the sark regime
fun times
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I once thought Todd Turner was doing a good job. Emmert did do a good job of raising money. He raised 2.5 billion and raised it right before the market dropped. His biggest mistake was not including a husky stadium renovation in campaign Washington. Could have had that shit built for free.
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I sat next to Hugh Millen and his wife at a Dawgman signing banquet at Emerald Downs.
I looked forward to Dick Baird's inside recruiting stories when he had a few drinks in him it will be special according to Kim
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I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.

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I remember walking out of a building downtown Seattle the week of Arizona 1992 and seeing the headline on the Times about Billy Joe in the newspaper box.AIRWOLF said:I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.

What is a newspaper and why is it in a box?
Anyway, got physically ill at the sight of it.
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I had a job as an assistant or intern or some shit in the sports information office. I made $5 an hour and got some kind of credit for my worthless Communications degree. I happened to be "on duty" the afternoon that the news first hit.RaceBannon said:
I remember walking out of a building downtown Seattle the week of Arizona 1992 and seeing the headline on the Times about Billy Joe in the newspaper box.AIRWOLF said:I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.

What is a newspaper and why is it in a box?
Anyway, got physically ill at the sight of it.
The day the music died
I was dispatched to the pedestrian bridge over Montlake Blvd across from the Graves building to tell players who were headed to practice not to talk to any media. That really sucked, because I was delivering really shitty news to those guys.
Dan Raley, Art Thiel and several other local fishwrap shitheels were skulking around trying to get quotes from players who hadn't been briefed yet.
What a disaster. And the 1992 recruiting class was going to be special too, Dick Baird told me so (literally).







