Husky Jacks open thread [2021]
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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:
FREE PUB for @BleachedAnusDawg3. Washington fans are fed up and ready to find a new school to cheer for. -
Would you like Kyler Manu's opinion?CallMeBigErn said:
Really don't give a shit what a scorned ex-LB has to say.HuskyClaws said:
This is comforting. -
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ways to convince ourselves that Jimmy was playing 4-D chess while the rest of us were viewing the game through an outdated lens.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.
So then he went out and hired Bob fucking Gregory as defensive coordinator. -
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.
