Coach Peterman,
Allow me to introduce you to Gil Fucking Dobie. As legend has it (
@RaceBannon, true?!), Coach Dobie was livid with his squires for not for not scoring more against the vaunted Whitman Missionaries. The Midgets from Montlake had given the the Fighting Missionaries the business end of the plunger to the tune of 105-0. It wasn't enough.
Fast forward to Saturday October 8, 2016. As the end of the the worst run in Husky football is nye, be sure to look at the jumbotron as the fucktarded Zero faithful cheer for Kenny Wheaton sprinting down the field.
We? the Husky faithful, former players, and the University have had to take the brunt of everything that is wrong with Nike U - from the toothless fans' spittle, to drunken fist fights, to the gaudy arrogance manifested in 101,928,374 uniform combos.
We know we know you will take a commanding lead and consider letting off the gas because its the Nebraska Classy thing to do.
NOW IS NOT THAT TIM.
It is time for retribution. It is time to take a steaming beer shit on "O" and rub their faces in it. Don't let off the gas. Keep your foot on their throat and make them choke on the feces. There is no more deserving program in America for the humiliation of 86-0 final score. It won't be enough.
Now more than ever, Peterman, Husky Nation needs you to do what is right and just. The ghost of Gil Fucking Dobie commands it.
Faithfully doogish,
@pawz (apologies to
@Swaye)
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Story time: My first trip ever to Autzen Arena ('97?) I was sitting in the fun zone and watched a hole open for the Zero RB. Lester Towns was having none of that shit. Met the RB in the hole and dropped his ass for a safety.
In those days, the Husky section was louder than the rest of Autzen.
Computer fun.
IRace made it to be used plentifully.