Good morning my little rays of sunshine-- or should I say "moonshine"--- since it almost 2am.
Clob had a late night. For those of you that know- Clob has a Clob Jr coming any day now. For those that don't know-- Clob has a Clob Jr coming any day now.
Sounds repetitive...... get over it.
Today is a big day. I wrote a little essay about the possibilities of this season just before it started.
It was centered around the back foot. If you recall, I equated the fact that Quinn Ewers was a talented kid that had a propensity to throw incredibly accurately off his back foot. I also questioned how good he could become if he had the time or ability to throw off his front foot. This team, TEXAS, has also been playing on their back foot for over a decade. Imagine their potential if they were to lean into their season.
I told you that if they were to some how able to do that- this season could be special. I told you we'd need some breaks. I told you those breaks, be they good or bad, could define this potentially special season.
Well.
Here we are.
We had a bad break against OU. We scored to take the lead........ but left too much time on the clock. That's been our sole bad break for the year.
We've had some good things break our way as well. (The Houston game)
But now we need one or two more breaks to get us to the playoffs. After that-- it's a dice roll.
So let me tell you where we are. Right now, it's story time. Gather round kids.....
3 important things were invented by people from Oklahoma that at some point, attended OSU.
The parking meter.....the yield sign.... and the shopping cart.
Ya.
All invented by OSU grads or students that dropped out.
The parking meter
The yield sign
The shopping cart
I'm so fvcking underwhelmed right now I'm at a loss for something witty to say. The fvcking parking meter. The parking meter.....
Nothing I say this morning will change the outcome of our game. Or the Bama game. Or the Florida state game. But what I can tell you is this----
Texas ALMOST did everything it needed to do to get where we needed to be. And, quite frankly, we may still get there. But that's what this catastrophically beautiful ballet of attrition and violence is all about.
Football is a God damn beautiful game. It's poetry. It's violence. It's chaos. It's symmetry. It's art. It's the best of us at our worst moments.
I love it. I love it so---- damn--- much. And yet-- sometimes I hate it for making me love it.... so.... damn....much.
It's the most perfect symphony of athleticism and destruction weaved through a shuttle loom that produces a quilt of warmth on one side and stone cold omittance on the other.
It's an opiate. One that I hope to never ---to never absolve myself from.
Yes kids--- today is a big day. A VERY big day. Handle our business. Hope we get a break. And if something extra-ordinary happens- and we get our shot--- then crush them. Crush them all.
From my back patio looking up at the stars over San Antonio--
TEXAS!!
.
Clob had a late night. For those of you that know- Clob has a Clob Jr coming any day now. For those that don't know-- Clob has a Clob Jr coming any day now.
Sounds repetitive...... get over it.
Today is a big day. I wrote a little essay about the possibilities of this season just before it started.
It was centered around the back foot. If you recall, I equated the fact that Quinn Ewers was a talented kid that had a propensity to throw incredibly accurately off his back foot. I also questioned how good he could become if he had the time or ability to throw off his front foot. This team, TEXAS, has also been playing on their back foot for over a decade. Imagine their potential if they were to lean into their season.
I told you that if they were to some how able to do that- this season could be special. I told you we'd need some breaks. I told you those breaks, be they good or bad, could define this potentially special season.
Well.
Here we are.
We had a bad break against OU. We scored to take the lead........ but left too much time on the clock. That's been our sole bad break for the year.
We've had some good things break our way as well. (The Houston game)
But now we need one or two more breaks to get us to the playoffs. After that-- it's a dice roll.
So let me tell you where we are. Right now, it's story time. Gather round kids.....
3 important things were invented by people from Oklahoma that at some point, attended OSU.
The parking meter.....the yield sign.... and the shopping cart.
Ya.
All invented by OSU grads or students that dropped out.
The parking meter
The yield sign
The shopping cart
I'm so fvcking underwhelmed right now I'm at a loss for something witty to say. The fvcking parking meter. The parking meter.....
Nothing I say this morning will change the outcome of our game. Or the Bama game. Or the Florida state game. But what I can tell you is this----
Texas ALMOST did everything it needed to do to get where we needed to be. And, quite frankly, we may still get there. But that's what this catastrophically beautiful ballet of attrition and violence is all about.
Football is a God damn beautiful game. It's poetry. It's violence. It's chaos. It's symmetry. It's art. It's the best of us at our worst moments.
I love it. I love it so---- damn--- much. And yet-- sometimes I hate it for making me love it.... so.... damn....much.
It's the most perfect symphony of athleticism and destruction weaved through a shuttle loom that produces a quilt of warmth on one side and stone cold omittance on the other.
It's an opiate. One that I hope to never ---to never absolve myself from.
Yes kids--- today is a big day. A VERY big day. Handle our business. Hope we get a break. And if something extra-ordinary happens- and we get our shot--- then crush them. Crush them all.
From my back patio looking up at the stars over San Antonio--
TEXAS!!
.
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