Five catches for 81 yards with a long of 27. No touchdowns.
And THAT is going to take a JAG to superstar status.
Those stats are adequate for one game.
But they don't turn a TE with hands worse than Jaydon Mickens into the second coming.
I repeat, Fudgie doubles down on lousy, gawd awful takes. Then when proven wrong, he triples down.
we said he had a breakout game and actually looked good out there. Never did we say he was the next Gronk. Overreact much?
Agree on Fudgie.
Maybe true but at least I never sucked the dick of Dylan Morris, Jaxson Kirkland (he’s a guard), Richard Newton, etc.
I’d rather plant my flag on somebody with good to great physical attributes for his position than someone who doesn’t. Sure they’ll be guys who don’t pan out for a variety of reasons like Asa. But more than likely they’ll pan out.
Our JD (Joe Danger) thought had point of night on POD in regards to crowd.
Good News is UW is finding how many diehard fans they truly have as not seeing nearly as many people leaving at halftime and not coming back.
Bad News is that number seems to be around 30k season ticket holders, and another 10k who are coming via secondary market tickets, etc which equals about a 2/3rd full stadium once you include the 5000 students who were there Saturday Night.
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim Westside when we ride come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggaz know it's on for life So let the Westside ride tonight Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money) West Coast, what's up? (take money) What's up Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got shot Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up Oh Call the cops, when you see Tupac Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit em' up Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self made millionaire Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm bout to set the record straight With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up I'm from N-E-W Jers' Where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copping pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a, beat biter A Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke nigga, better be known We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping, it's a battle lost I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off Nigga, I hit em up Oh oh Hah yeah We hit 'em up Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Come on with the next shit Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up That's right Go Yo Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Our JD (Joe Danger) thought had point of night on POD in regards to crowd.
Good News is UW is finding how many diehard fans they truly have as not seeing nearly as many people leaving at halftime and not coming back.
Bad News is that number seems to be around 30k season ticket holders, and another 10k who are coming via secondary market tickets, etc which equals about a 2/3rd full stadium once you include the 5000 students who were there Saturday Night.
Does this team deserve more than a 2/3rd full stadium at this point?
Or should they earn higher ticket sales?
I sure as hell won't be buying a ticket anytime soon, because this team produces a net loss of enjoyment each week.
I'll just stay home and smash bricks into my head each Saturday. It's cheaper, so more beer money.
I find it wholesome how much these guys giggle through the pod but I get really shook when you don't ask what everyone's drinking at the start???
In order of pods I’ve done so far
Coffee (Saturday Morning) Coffee (Saturday Morning) Lots of Beer (Immediately following game) Lots of Beer (Immediately following game) Lots of Beer (Immediately following game) Coffee (Sunday Morning Coming Down)
Our JD (Joe Danger) thought had point of night on POD in regards to crowd.
Good News is UW is finding how many diehard fans they truly have as not seeing nearly as many people leaving at halftime and not coming back.
Bad News is that number seems to be around 30k season ticket holders, and another 10k who are coming via secondary market tickets, etc which equals about a 2/3rd full stadium once you include the 5000 students who were there Saturday Night.
I wouldn’t read too much into the attendance, impressive as it was. The weather was decent (especially compared to two years ago), first conference game, first game with school in session/summer is over. So I bet there’s a novelty factor, especially for the freshmen. Beer sales in the stadium has to help too.
Comments
I’d rather plant my flag on somebody with good to great physical attributes for his position than someone who doesn’t. Sure they’ll be guys who don’t pan out for a variety of reasons like Asa. But more than likely they’ll pan out.
Good News is UW is finding how many diehard fans they truly have as not seeing nearly as many people leaving at halftime and not coming back.
Bad News is that number seems to be around 30k season ticket holders, and another 10k who are coming via secondary market tickets, etc which equals about a 2/3rd full stadium once you include the 5000 students who were there Saturday Night.
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up
Yes, yo, Outlaw to this mutherfucker (take money)
West Coast, what's up? (take money)
What's up
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up
Oh
Call the cops, when you see Tupac
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths open
Tryin' to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin' bummy, why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight
With my A.K. I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
I'm from N-E-W Jers'
Where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You's a, beat biter
A Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i Amin approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
nigga, better be known
We approaching in the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle lost
I got em crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up
Oh oh
Hah
yeah
We hit 'em up
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Come on with the next shit
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit em' up
That's right
Go
Yo
Y'all gotta keep this shit real
Or should they earn higher ticket sales?
I sure as hell won't be buying a ticket anytime soon, because this team produces a net loss of enjoyment each week.
I'll just stay home and smash bricks into my head each Saturday. It's cheaper, so more beer money.
Coffee (Saturday Morning)
Coffee (Saturday Morning)
Lots of Beer (Immediately following game)
Lots of Beer (Immediately following game)
Lots of Beer (Immediately following game)
Coffee (Sunday Morning Coming Down)
We’ll see if it continues.
I don't like gay dudes hitting me up privately