I had a lot of hate in my life watching Meat jump up and down and hoot and hollar like a cheerleader on our field last year.
One of our coaches should have knocked him the fuck out.
Or at least lift up one of his man boobs and twist it.
Meat's still a fairly big dude, moobs or no moobs. Who do we have the would whip his ass?
This question needs to be thrown into the same bin with "how could UW possibly have gotten onto the field in the CCG last Friday???"
I don't know, just find a fucking way because the alternative is that a retard is dancing on your field...
Retard dancing on the other's guys field is pretty cathartic.
If our guys aren't fired up to play Oregon in 2021 I don't know when we'll ever be.
CSB time, but I frequent a bar in Portland where the bartender is literally an Oregon dropout that chats it up with me about pac 12 football. After the game that year:
"Hey man good to see you! I was in your neck of the woods last weekend, watching the UW Oregon game!" (He knows I was there too)
Pete literally let jacks and dropouts back into talking shit to me after 3 peaceful years.
This university still fucking pays Pete after that.
Jesus we're fucking Cal for good now except that we don't beat Cat and we don't beat Oregon. And now Stanford.
Fucking fire Jen. Fire the staff, I don't care. Have a friend who played at Montana State while K was there that thinks he's the best coach in America and tells me to STFU every weekend. I don't even care anymore. K sucks too.
My first may have actually been earlier that year, when UW lost 5 games by a total of 15 points, including @ #3 USC 28-27, but this is the one that is memorable. Probably because like 2020 it ended the season prematurely.
UW 6-5?! First season without a bowl in a decade?! Damn right I melted down.
It was mostly forgotten because within 12 months UW was making major changes and the rest is history. You'll pardon me if I'm skeptical they care enough to do so again...
When it comes to Husky games, I have meltdowns more frequently than most, but the only time it was epic and I smashed shit into pieces was the 90 UCLA game. A lawn chair, a wind chime and a Big Chief smoker all bit the dust that day as I recall.
I had a lot of hate in my life watching Meat jump up and down and hoot and hollar like a cheerleader on our field last year.
One of our coaches should have knocked him the fuck out.
Or at least lift up one of his man boobs and twist it.
Meat's still a fairly big dude, moobs or no moobs. Who do we have the would whip his ass?
This question needs to be thrown into the same bin with "how could UW possibly have gotten onto the field in the CCG last Friday???"
I don't know, just find a fucking way because the alternative is that a retard is dancing on your field...
Retard dancing on the other's guys field is pretty cathartic.
If our guys aren't fired up to play Oregon in 2021 I don't know when we'll ever be.
CSB time, but I frequent a bar in Portland where the bartender is literally an Oregon dropout that chats it up with me about pac 12 football. After the game that year:
"Hey man good to see you! I was in your neck of the woods last weekend, watching the UW Oregon game!" (He knows I was there too)
Pete literally let jacks and dropouts back into talking shit to me after 3 peaceful years.
This university still fucking pays Pete after that.
Jesus we're fucking Cal for good now except that we don't beat Cat and we don't beat Oregon. And now Stanford.
Fucking fire Jen. Fire the staff, I don't care. Have a friend who played at Montana State while K was there that thinks he's the best coach in America and tells me to STFU every weekend. I don't even care anymore. K sucks too.
Just clean house.
I’m was down here talking tons of shit all fall only to get fucked by 2020. If Jimmy doesn’t win in 2021 I probably have to sell my house and LEAVE in shame.
When it comes to Husky games, I have meltdowns more frequently than most, but the only time it was epic and I smashed shit into pieces was the 90 UCLA game. A lawn chair, a wind chime and a Big Chief smoker all bit the dust that day as I recall.
When it comes to Husky games, I have meltdowns more frequently than most, but the only time it was epic and I smashed shit into pieces was the 90 UCLA game. A lawn chair, a wind chime and a Big Chief smoker all bit the dust that day as I recall.
I'm still not over it.
Sativa Dan in full affect.
I'm pretty sure I was out of weed that day. It happened once in a while back then.
2001 UCLA. Underrated. It was the first time I can really remember the Huskies just being unable to stop someone the way they couldn't stop Deshaun Foster and it was the first of a long string of those types of games against. It was the first real crack in hard dog armor for the dreadful run we may technically still be in sans a three-year break.
2001 UCLA. Underrated. It was the first time I can really remember the Huskies just being unable to stop someone the way they couldn't stop Deshaun Foster and it was the first of a long string of those types of games against. It was the first real crack in hard dog armor for the dreadful run we may technically still be in sans a three-year break.
I was drunk at a San Diego wedding watching. God that was awful.
When you guys started dooging over peterman while having a kicker that missed 3 field goals. Its the game where that one hot bball chick does the confused point at the scoreboard
I have a friend who does bidness with UWAD, and he gets REALLY good tickets in kind. During the Ty Willie debacle, he couldn't give them away to his clients (they didn't want them). Every Friday before home games, for 2-3 years, he would call me to see if I wanted a couple. My wife is a bigger doog than I am, so we took them...prime parking, the whole deal.
It's my bride's birthday, 2006, we are playing a winless Stanford...what can go wrong? Heavy tailgating, and I've got airplane bottles of Crown (for me), and Grey Goose (for her). Because we are in the "fancy" seats, she is nervous about loading up her lemonade. My technique for concealed drinking is, when you get your shot, take it, one time, one big cocktail, for the rest of the game. So, I poured four geese into her lemonade, setting her up for a nice, even buzz for the next 3-plus hours, and did the same for me with the Crown (with cola). Right before half time, she's like "I need to go get in line for another lemonade"...Oh, shit.
Second half starts, and she is losing her shit, on almost every play, LOUDLY. LSS, after repeatedly screaming "FIRE THAT FUCKING IDIOT", I sat her down and explained that, while true, it wasn't a good thing to yell, gesturing to a nice African American family sitting a few rows down and over from us, with a young man wearing a Skyline football hoodie with, you guessed it, "WILLINGHAM" on the back. She calmed down a little bit, but by the bitter end, as we were leaving, she tried to jam her birthday present, a Nike UW jacket I had given her before the game, into a garbage can. We still laugh about that shit...
Mine was this: The 1985 Oregon State vs. Washington football game was a college football game between the Oregon State Beavers and Washington Huskies that took place at Husky Stadium in Seattle on October 19, 1985. The Pac-10 conference game featured the largest overcome point spread in college football history at the time when the Huskies, favored by 38 points at home,[1][2][3] lost 21–20 after the Beavers blocked a punt and recovered the ball in the end zone with 1:29 left to play.[4] It is considered one of the greatest upsets in college football history.
‘98 Arizona game. My dad died a few weeks later. That was last game all 3 of us went too. Said I would never attend a UA game again.
Fast forward ‘06 I think it was...LDD and I are sitting in our seats against UA....and the guys in front of us turn around..”hey..you want sideline passes and go down on the field?”
‘98 Arizona game. My dad died a few weeks later. That was last game all 3 of us went too. Said I would never attend a UA game again.
Fast forward ‘06 I think it was...LDD and I are sitting in our seats against UA....and the guys in front of us turn around..”hey..you want sideline passes and go down on the field?”
That was crazy
If it makes you feel any better I don't think I'll attend an arizona game again. Dealing with the locals is fucking gnarly
so I moved to Malibu in 2002 and then to Oakland in 2010... I’ve got some traveling money so after watching what I thought was every big game and really most games between 1959-2002 I decide that I need to fly in for some games, which I then periodically do.
My highlight game is this one tho...
my 50 year old diehard husky fan nephew calls me up to buy tickets to go to the stadium opening Boise State Game and I say sorry; I’ve already bought tickets on the 50. Disappointed he says who are you going with, and I say you.
Fast forward to game day and I catch a morning flight in Oakland and I see a family that is all jacked up about their trip and they are wearing a massive display of husky gear so I go by to say hi and kibitz about the game
Turns out that it’s Travis Feeneys family so I congratulate them on a great kid that I said was going to be a star, which all of us agreed was going to happen
so a lovely time. I get on the plane and 10 minutes into the air for a 2 hour flight I start to pass a kidney stone. Perfect; I had never had the experience but was pretty sure that was what was happening so I calmly ordered 3 mini bottles of gin which the stewardess took a dim view of
So the drinks come 10 minutes later and by then I’m have real trouble handling the pain but I don’t say anything because I’m trying to keep my shit together
I drink the drinks and it doesn’t really touch the pain so I get up and ask the stewardess if they have any aspirin [no] and tell her I’m in a lot of pain, think I’ve got a kidney stone or Something which goes over like a lead balloon. This is with like an hour 20 left to go on the flight
So I have 2 more bottles and do anything I can think of to stay calm. The time I spent in my seat was enough to make everyone around me think that I was clearly a looney person and undoubtedly dangerous
Finally we get to Seattle and after being the first person off the plane and through the terminal, my nephew picks me up and I tell him what’s going on and say sorry we have to go to the hospital
So I pick Swedish and when we get there I say I need to get loaded up with whatever they have to kill the pain.. so they give me the deluxe treatment... the bill was like 3500 and they max me out with what I think was diladin which amazingly immediately kills the pain
so now I’m instantly back, gracious coherent and convincing... I ask how long the injection is going to last and I’m told about 2 hours... so I say can you give me another injection,I flew into town and I want to go to the Husky football game with my nephew here.
The doctor smiles and says well you do seem to be tolerating the diladin well so yah I can give you a booster shot and you can go to the pharmacy on the way out to get the rest of the pain killers you will need
So I grew up in montlake so I called a pal that lives on Hamlin and we parked on his lawn at the last minute and stumbled over to the game
Long story short, we arrived at kickoff; watched the dawgs kick ass and I had a tremendous drug induced game day experience.
Doogism is a progressive disease, so I continuously redefine rock bottom as the meltdowns add up.
I remember really wanting 10 wins heading into the holiday bowl in1996 and loved Corey Dillon. We went up 14-0 and was celebrating with my dad before we choked it away, leaving me inconsolable.
But excluding child tantrums, the 12 men on the field against Michigan left me feeling truly robbed for the first time.
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"Hey man good to see you! I was in your neck of the woods last weekend, watching the UW Oregon game!" (He knows I was there too)
Pete literally let jacks and dropouts back into talking shit to me after 3 peaceful years.
This university still fucking pays Pete after that.
Jesus we're fucking Cal for good now except that we don't beat Cat and we don't beat Oregon. And now Stanford.
Fucking fire Jen. Fire the staff, I don't care. Have a friend who played at Montana State while K was there that thinks he's the best coach in America and tells me to STFU every weekend. I don't even care anymore. K sucks too.
Just clean house.
WSU 32 UW 31
My first may have actually been earlier that year, when UW lost 5 games by a total of 15 points, including @ #3 USC 28-27, but this is the one that is memorable. Probably because like 2020 it ended the season prematurely.
UW 6-5?! First season without a bowl in a decade?! Damn right I melted down.
It was mostly forgotten because within 12 months UW was making major changes and the rest is history. You'll pardon me if I'm skeptical they care enough to do so again...
I'm still not over it.
Contributing factor.
While having my own silent sulk party on the way out, my lady tried to have a convo about feelings.
Never talked to her again.
The tie against USC in 95 might have been the first game I went to. I think I went to a game or 2 before that, but don’t really remember.
It's my bride's birthday, 2006, we are playing a winless Stanford...what can go wrong? Heavy tailgating, and I've got airplane bottles of Crown (for me), and Grey Goose (for her). Because we are in the "fancy" seats, she is nervous about loading up her lemonade. My technique for concealed drinking is, when you get your shot, take it, one time, one big cocktail, for the rest of the game. So, I poured four geese into her lemonade, setting her up for a nice, even buzz for the next 3-plus hours, and did the same for me with the Crown (with cola). Right before half time, she's like "I need to go get in line for another lemonade"...Oh, shit.
Second half starts, and she is losing her shit, on almost every play, LOUDLY. LSS, after repeatedly screaming "FIRE THAT FUCKING IDIOT", I sat her down and explained that, while true, it wasn't a good thing to yell, gesturing to a nice African American family sitting a few rows down and over from us, with a young man wearing a Skyline football hoodie with, you guessed it, "WILLINGHAM" on the back. She calmed down a little bit, but by the bitter end, as we were leaving, she tried to jam her birthday present, a Nike UW jacket I had given her before the game, into a garbage can. We still laugh about that shit...
Mine was this:
The 1985 Oregon State vs. Washington football game was a college football game between the Oregon State Beavers and Washington Huskies that took place at Husky Stadium in Seattle on October 19, 1985. The Pac-10 conference game featured the largest overcome point spread in college football history at the time when the Huskies, favored by 38 points at home,[1][2][3] lost 21–20 after the Beavers blocked a punt and recovered the ball in the end zone with 1:29 left to play.[4] It is considered one of the greatest upsets in college football history.
Fast forward ‘06 I think it was...LDD and I are sitting in our seats against UA....and the guys in front of us turn around..”hey..you want sideline passes and go down on the field?”
That was crazy
so I moved to Malibu in 2002 and then to Oakland in 2010... I’ve got some traveling money so after watching what I thought was every big game and really most games between 1959-2002 I decide that I need to fly in for some games, which I then periodically do.
My highlight game is this one tho...
my 50 year old diehard husky fan nephew calls me up to buy tickets to go to the stadium opening Boise State Game and I say sorry; I’ve already bought tickets on the 50. Disappointed he says who are you going with, and I say you.
Fast forward to game day and I catch a morning flight in Oakland and I see a family that is all jacked up about their trip and they are wearing a massive display of husky gear so I go by to say hi and kibitz about the game
Turns out that it’s Travis Feeneys family so I congratulate them on a great kid that I said was going to be a star, which all of us agreed was going to happen
so a lovely time. I get on the plane and 10 minutes into the air for a 2 hour flight I start to pass a kidney stone. Perfect; I had never had the experience but was pretty sure that was what was happening so I calmly ordered 3 mini bottles of gin which the stewardess took a dim view of
So the drinks come 10 minutes later and by then I’m have real trouble handling the pain but I don’t say anything because I’m trying to keep my shit together
I drink the drinks and it doesn’t really touch the pain so I get up and ask the stewardess if they have any aspirin [no] and tell her I’m in a lot of pain, think I’ve got a kidney stone or Something which goes over like a lead balloon. This is with like an hour 20 left to go on the flight
So I have 2 more bottles and do anything I can think of to stay calm. The time I spent in my seat was enough to make everyone around me think that I was clearly a looney person and undoubtedly dangerous
Finally we get to Seattle and after being the first person off the plane and through the terminal, my nephew picks me up and I tell him what’s going on and say sorry we have to go to the hospital
So I pick Swedish and when we get there I say I need to get loaded up with whatever they have to kill the pain.. so they give me the deluxe treatment... the bill was like 3500 and they max me out with what I think was diladin which amazingly immediately kills the pain
so now I’m instantly back, gracious coherent and convincing... I ask how long the injection is going to last and I’m told about 2 hours... so I say can you give me another injection,I flew into town and I want to go to the Husky football game with my nephew here.
The doctor smiles and says well you do seem to be tolerating the diladin well so yah I can give you a booster shot and you can go to the pharmacy on the way out to get the rest of the pain killers you will need
So I grew up in montlake so I called a pal that lives on Hamlin and we parked on his lawn at the last minute and stumbled over to the game
Long story short, we arrived at kickoff; watched the dawgs kick ass and I had a tremendous drug induced game day experience.
Definitely my most dramatic game day experience
Doogism is a progressive disease, so I continuously redefine rock bottom as the meltdowns add up.
I remember really wanting 10 wins heading into the holiday bowl in1996 and loved Corey Dillon. We went up 14-0 and was celebrating with my dad before we choked it away, leaving me inconsolable.
But excluding child tantrums, the 12 men on the field against Michigan left me feeling truly robbed for the first time.