I have never been SUPER doogly, but I've always been kind of doogly. But my list of doog accomplishments is pretty decent, though.
I thought we? were getting Mora twice. I remain friends with (and love) most of the dawgman elite. I will defend both AANDY and Fleenor (they were actual insiders in the Lambo admin, after that, their access faded). I've podcasted for 1 year almost. I was there at the launch of dawgman as a rivals site. I thought the '01 recruiting class would make us elite. I thought we would go 12-0 in '03 and was so vociferous about it, it's likely I influenced dawgman to believe that. I thought Adam Tate would be just like Corey Dillon. I was sure Albert Tuipolotu was a steal. I was pretty sure Isaiah Stanback would be an All-American. I still think Emmert did a great job fund raising for UW. Was in chat and led a lot of the fervor for the '12 class (Shaq committing was EPIC!!!) I thought our D-staff was good, so when Sark left, was hoping Wilcox would take over. Felt like Sark might have turned the corner after the Nebraska bowl win. Came here a few times and thought people were too mean before I STAYED. In '00 offseason thought Rick would make us elite.
In recruiting I have probably thought we were getting every last person we've recruited for the last 20 years. That's where I really doog out. Skinny? OF COURSE! Dom Robinson? OBVS!
//wanted Lambo fired after USC '95 //wanted Lambo killed after Neb '97 //Wanted Pinkel hired instead of Rick (thought Rick was a fag). //wanted Rick fired //hated the Gilby hire //nonplussed by Ty //vowed to stop following UW when Sark was hired (had a hot g/f at the time)
Two of my favorite non-doog accomplishments: I boo'ed, cursed and insulted our sitting coach so loudly that people asked that I be removed like 7 times. It's happened for Lambo, Rick and Sark (don't think I ever went to any Gilby or Ty home games).
I drunkenly stumbled out of Martin Stadium after losing the 2008 Apple Cup and ran into Mark Emmert on the street. I sarcastically thanked him for the shit season then started yelling "Hire More, hire Mora, hire Mora" etc. He legitimately looked scared, but to be fair, looking back with a sober mind I'm not 100% positive it was him.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I ran right out like a good soldier and bought a hat with this on it too.
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 nipples
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.
I already confessed to posting on this Doog site more than anyone else has.
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.
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 Sin #3: I thought Sark was our Joseph Smith
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.
I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.
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.
I was part of Jim Daves' crack PR staff that "handled damage control" on the Billy Joe Hobert loan scandal.
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.
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 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.
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).
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
sin #2: My nanny in 4th grade worked at Joey's during the sark regime
Sin #3: I thought Sark was our Joseph Smith
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
It wasn't
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).