Big Games
First, Huggins at Calhoun in the Hartford Civic Center. 7pm, ESPN, Cool.
Drummond? I'm gonna be watching every single fucking move, man. When you take a piss prior to the game, think of Joe watching you. When you tie your drawstrings in the fucking locker room (think about it) I want you to imagine me staring you down like I stare down bad guys up here in Maine. When the ref fucks up the center jump and you lose it to some Deliverance dude, think of your bro Joe getting angry at you. When you miss your first dunk attempt on Nap's alley oop, think of me and the ENTIRE NBA laughing at how bad you suck, boy. We're all watching you tonight, Dre. Believe it. Number One Pick in the WNBA.
Russian mobster league, here comes 'Dre!
Second, the New U plays 'Bama for all the marbles. Coach Miles? You better find some marbles prior to kickoff if you wanna win the rest of em back by midnight. Coach Saban? No advice. You know what you're doing, Coach.
I know Bama and LSU ("LSU") are gonna play hard. It comes down to quarterbacking. Jefferson versus the white kid. Whomever plays better wins the national title. Whomever throws two picks and maybe fumbles goes down in the history BOOKS as a choke artist on par with Major Harris and Mike Vick and Peyton and that ugly dude from The U (pick one). When you guys are old men twenty years from now, in wheelchairs and taking your diabetes meds, you'll be thinking about January 9th, 2012, 830 EST to midnight. The time is now to play hard. That's all I ask. Leave it on the field. From opening kickoff to the end of the game, just play hard. We'll be coaching you, so no worries. LSU and Bama staffs don't make many mistakes, so your job is to hit and be hit, run and tackle, and score 6s. That's your job. That's all. Do your job tonight and we're all winners.
Drummond? I'm gonna be watching every single fucking move, man. When you take a piss prior to the game, think of Joe watching you. When you tie your drawstrings in the fucking locker room (think about it) I want you to imagine me staring you down like I stare down bad guys up here in Maine. When the ref fucks up the center jump and you lose it to some Deliverance dude, think of your bro Joe getting angry at you. When you miss your first dunk attempt on Nap's alley oop, think of me and the ENTIRE NBA laughing at how bad you suck, boy. We're all watching you tonight, Dre. Believe it. Number One Pick in the WNBA.
Russian mobster league, here comes 'Dre!
Second, the New U plays 'Bama for all the marbles. Coach Miles? You better find some marbles prior to kickoff if you wanna win the rest of em back by midnight. Coach Saban? No advice. You know what you're doing, Coach.
I know Bama and LSU ("LSU") are gonna play hard. It comes down to quarterbacking. Jefferson versus the white kid. Whomever plays better wins the national title. Whomever throws two picks and maybe fumbles goes down in the history BOOKS as a choke artist on par with Major Harris and Mike Vick and Peyton and that ugly dude from The U (pick one). When you guys are old men twenty years from now, in wheelchairs and taking your diabetes meds, you'll be thinking about January 9th, 2012, 830 EST to midnight. The time is now to play hard. That's all I ask. Leave it on the field. From opening kickoff to the end of the game, just play hard. We'll be coaching you, so no worries. LSU and Bama staffs don't make many mistakes, so your job is to hit and be hit, run and tackle, and score 6s. That's your job. That's all. Do your job tonight and we're all winners.
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