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Steve Sarkisian: A dim-witted coach living the life of Riley
my gawd what a fool he is. even my dad, who is not a fire Sark guy at all, was disgusted late in the game by his stupid play calling that kept the Cougs in the game.
we are stuck with Boy Blunder for a long, long time. Apparently we're still paying off some Karmic debt from the early 90s.
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Here's what I don't get. . .
How did we go from a program that used to think an 8 win season was a concern to a program
that thinks 8 wins is the height of excellence?
How did Husky fans become so complacent?
We are so far from being a nationally ranked, elite team it's disgusting.
Washington should be a perennial Top 20 team, a frequent Top 10 team, an occasional national
championship caliber team.
We should be in the same conversation with Ohio State, Alabama, Oregon, LSU, USC, etc.
I just don't get how our expectations and standards have sunk so low.
I just don't get it.
I mean, how cool is to walk around downtown clapping and screaming euro style chants in unison.
Throw in a butt plug and it's the ideal Seattle stroll.
I miss having fucking standards!
I thought I'd never see the day when a coach would get a Gatorade bath after winning his 8th game in a game that had no BCS implications. A game in which UW failed to even cover the spread.
I've said this before but I'll say it again. I MISS Washington damn it!
Anyone betting against Washington the last ten years has sent their kids to college and put a ferrari in the garage.
Winning is mean and not fair to the poor loser. "It's not if you win but how your play the game blah blah and other faggoty bullshit". That's why Sark is a perfect fit for the current culture in the Seattle area.
Say, 17-103
Step two: Buy sea foam colored scarf.
Step three: Beat off into said scarf.
Step four: Plaster scarf to face.
Step five: Head to coffee shop for pre-game biscotti.
Step six; Act British tuff on the hardcore streets of Seattle with fellow scarftards.