Husky Jacks open thread [2021]
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#VoiceForVoiceless
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im surprised anyone is surprised greggers got the nod.
i have no fucking idea what lake is doing besides nuking everything petersen built at UW and rebuilding in 'his image.'
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vorel gets it.
condooga would done some basic ass copy/paste stat line and end with 'the kids will play hard.' -
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Who the fuck is Rip Rowan?
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Miley_Cyrus said:
Who the fuck is Rip Rowan?
Born at Jackson, Tennessee, in 1926, Elwyn “Rip” Rowan was a football star at Central High School in Memphis during the early 1940s. He earned his nickname as a long yardage running back who could rip through the line. The 1942 Central High annual reported that Rowan had a forty-one and a seventy-yard touchdown run against Messick High School. Recruited by LSU, Rowan spent only a year there before being offered an appointment at the U.S. Military Academy. At West Point, he was chosen the most valuable player on the 1947 Army team. The highlight of Rowan’s college football career came in the fall of 1948 when he ran a kickoff ninety-seven yards for a TD to beat Navy. After serving eight years as a second lieutenant, Captain Rowan was discharged in 1957 and returned to Memphis, where he worked as color commentator for Rebel football games on the Ole Miss Radio Network. Professionally, Rowan worked his way to being president of the John G. Everett Company. Active in community affairs, he served ten years as director and member of the Liberty Bowl team selection committee and was one of the founders of the Memphis Touchdown Club. A year before he died in 1985, “Rip” Rowan was honored by the National Football Foundation and College Hall of Fame when he was presented the Distinguished American Award, a fitting tribute to a respected member of the Tennessee football community.
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https://gohuskies.com/staff-directory/rip-rowan/4643Miley_Cyrus said:Who the fuck is Rip Rowan?
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Jimmy hired a guy named RIP the day he officially killed off the program.
Dude's got style, I'll give him that.
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Coach Jimmy Cuck was excited for Oregon to rep the north in the conference championship game tooGrundleStiltzkin said:
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And yet no sweat was broken
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Oh man. Jimmy different different.
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I think those places already got the coaches they wanted.
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I am reconsidering Gary AndersenFremontTroll said:Holy fuck Andersen has quit multiple times because he is a raging alcoholic and was cheating on his wife.
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Really don't give a shit what a scorned ex-LB has to say.HuskyClaws said:
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I can't remember who started the idea about the South Bend billbored, but this is ourº collective punishment.GrundleStiltzkin said:Oh man. Jimmy different different.
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Buffy has sold the couch
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You all are realizing the savings we just inherited in the program. Great move by Jen and jimmy.
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FREE PUB for @BleachedAnusDawg3. Washington fans are fed up and ready to find a new school to cheer for.
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im more of a twitter couch BUCK.GrundleStiltzkin said:Buffy has sold the couch
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If it saves just one life...GrundleStiltzkin said: -
Would you like Kyler Manu's opinion?CallMeBigErn said:
Really don't give a shit what a scorned ex-LB has to say. -
AtomicDawg said:
You all are realizing the savings we just inherited in the program. Great move by Jen and jimmy.
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You know what, kudos to Jimmy.
He realized there was still a fair amount of hype and excitement surrounding the program when he took over and people thought he could be the next Lincoln Riley or Ryan Day and keep the Petersen train humming. Hell, maybe he was the missing injection of youthful energy that this program needed to take the next step. Or so people were saying. But Jimmy knew that there's nothing worse than living with high expectations only to slowly disappoint your followers in a painful, protracted process.
So Jimmy decided to rip the band-aid off and hired John Donovan. The message was clear, "Shut the fuck up and stop expecting wins. Petersen is dead and so is this program". But being the hopeless lumps of shit-eating doogs that we are, we didn't believe him. I'm sure Jimmy was dumfounded by our lack of awareness, and decided that perhaps his message wasn't explicit enough. So he fucked off to some Caribbean island for the summer, let Will Harris or some other idiot run point on recruiting, and signed exactly none of the undecided blue chips we were hoping for in a pivotal recruiting year. Surely no one could possibly retain hope after such an unambiguous and unequivocal signal has been sent, right?
But no, we continued to read into subliminal bullshit and find creative ways to convince ourselves that Jimmy was playing 4-D chess while the rest of us were viewing the game through an outdated lens. The 2020 covid dawgs were going to work harder than ever in the offseason, and it was going to be a brand new day for our dawgs. I'm sure at this point Jimmy is beside himself wondering how a group of allegedly intelligent graduates from a top notch public institution could be so fucking stupid and not get the message. The program is over, let him cash his $2m check and quit bothering him. So him and Jen finally decided it was time to collaborate to get the message through our thick, collective skull once and for all. Agree to asinine covid restrictions imposed by a feckless commissioner, and let the program unspool itself with little intervention needed. After all, even tanking can be hard work, and fuck that, thought Jimmy.
But it didn't work. Somehow our conference opponents were even more inept than we were, and despite conjuring up fake covid positives to throw the Oregon game, we still stumbled ass backwards into a division title. So that backfired. In order to clean up this mess of inadvertently mild success, Jen promptly cancelled the season and congratulated the Oregon Ducks on their distinguished 2020 Pac-12 conference title. It wasn't subtle, but at least now these fucking idiots (us) would finally recognize that the program is dead.
Yet we? still pressed on. Not to be discouraged by an almost comical unfolding of events that couldn't possibly be intentional, hope prevailed. So Jen still got emails, and we wouldn't fucking shut up about the upcoming Huard era (despite Jimmy's coffee cups to try to buy Sam to USC) or how special 2023 was going to be. Subscriptions were an all-time high, said Kim. So in his final act of desperation, Jimmy fucked Pete Kwiatkowski's wife and even offered to chip in to his new Texas salary if he would leave UW once and for all. Surely, if the most loyal of UW servants, the engine behind all of our "sustained success" finally decided to call it quits, fans would realize the program is dead, buried, gone. There's no way any glimmers of light could get through that black hole of hopelessness. And for the most part he was right. Kwat leaving finally signaled the end of the Petersen era and any brief taste of success we had in the modern football era. It was over, time to pack it up and find a new hobby. So most of us did. But a few of you idiots still clung to the last scraps of hope that maybe Jimmy still had an ace up his sleeve. Maybe UW football wasn't dead for eternity and we could still start a new dynasty under the Jimmy regime.
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Not to interrupt the futile complaining about the demise (again) of UW football, but...
Taylor is good and always has been you fucks. Don't be surprised if he's the first Husky drafted. -
https://media.giphy.com/media/ABoaCMjkoqmIg/giphy.gifGreenRiverGatorz said:You know what, kudos to Jimmy.
He realized there was still a fair amount of hype and excitement surrounding the program when he took over and people thought he could be the next Lincoln Riley or Ryan Day and keep the Petersen train humming. Hell, maybe he was the missing injection of youthful energy that this program needed to take the next step. Or so people were saying. But Jimmy knew that there's nothing worse than living with high expectations only to slowly disappoint your followers in a painful, protracted process.
So Jimmy decided to rip the band-aid off and hired John Donovan. The message was clear, "Shut the fuck up and stop expecting wins. Petersen is dead and so is this program". But being the hopeless lumps of shit-eating doogs that we are, we didn't believe him. I'm sure Jimmy was dumfounded by our lack of awareness, and decided that perhaps his message wasn't explicit enough. So he fucked off to some Caribbean island for the summer, let Will Harris or some other idiot run point on recruiting, and signed exactly none of the undecided blue chips we were hoping for in a pivotal recruiting year. Surely no one could possibly retain hope after such an unambiguous and unequivocal signal has been sent, right?
But no, we continued to read into subliminal bullshit and find creative ways to convince ourselves that Jimmy was playing 4-D chess while the rest of us were viewing the game through an outdated lens. The 2020 covid dawgs were going to work harder than ever in the offseason, and it was going to be a brand new day for our dawgs. I'm sure at this point Jimmy is beside himself wondering how a group of allegedly intelligent graduates from a top notch public institution could be so fucking stupid and not get the message. The program is over, let him cash his $2m check and quit bothering him. So him and Jen finally decided it was time to collaborate to get the message through our thick, collective skull once and for all. Agree to asinine covid restrictions imposed by a feckless commissioner, and let the program unspool itself with little intervention needed. After all, even tanking can be hard work, and fuck that, thought Jimmy.
But it didn't work. Somehow our conference opponents were even more inept than we were, and despite conjuring up fake covid positives to throw the Oregon game, we still stumbled ass backwards into a division title. So that backfired. In order to clean up this mess of inadvertently mild success, Jen promptly cancelled the season and congratulated the Oregon Ducks on their distinguished 2020 Pac-12 conference title. It wasn't subtle, but at least now these fucking idiots (us) would finally recognize that the program is dead.
Yet we? still pressed on. Not to be discouraged by an almost comical unfolding of events that couldn't possibly be intentional, hope prevailed. So Jen still got emails, and we wouldn't fucking shut up about the upcoming Huard era (despite Jimmy's coffee cups to try to buy Sam to USC) or how special 2023 was going to be. Subscriptions were an all-time high, said Kim. So in his final act of desperation, Jimmy fucked Pete Kwiatkowski's wife and even offered to chip in to his new Texas salary if he would leave UW once and for all. Surely, if the most loyal of UW servants, the engine behind all of our "sustained success" finally decided to call it quits, fans would realize the program is dead, buried, gone. There's no way any glimmers of light could get through that black hole of hopelessness. And for the most part he was right. Kwat leaving finally signaled the end of the Petersen era and any brief taste of success we had in the modern football era. It was over, time to pack it up and find a new hobby. So most of us did. But a few of you idiots still clung to the last scraps of hope that maybe Jimmy still had an ace up his sleeve. Maybe UW football wasn't dead for eternity and we could still start a new dynasty under the Jimmy regime.
So then he went out and hired Bob fucking Gregory as defensive coordinator.
