Personal & Foul

We don't even know why we did a podcast...other than FUCK URBAN MEYER.  Literally you don't get to be a smirky mcsmirkerson fuck and then not fear the reaper.  Enjoy your adminstrative leave of absence while your future coaching career turns nuclear.  Aaron Hernandez kills a few people while at Florida, you come out shiny.  You take over for a coach that overlooked free tattoos and now you're over looking #metoo.  Harvey Wienstein is now a HUHuge Ohio State fan because birds of a feather and bullshit.  Enjoy the podcast.  It's long and it isn't all the organized, but what's new.

It's long folks. We argue a little. Nate doesn't agree with how strength of schedule works.  Shawn has changed his colors and knows that other teams get better.  Casey still makes cat noises and Tyler really wants to keep telling Mike to shut up, but didn't.  Which is good for him in regards to this description due to who is typing it.

Thanks to Zigs 4x4 and Bearded Buffalo and congrats to our Facebook winner and their 30 free minutes of golf at Bearded Buffalo.  

Deuces...look for a few more podcasts throughout the summer.  We're getting back on this horse.

Mike's Wrong. Always. Always and Always.

Man, we think we know what we're talking about, do you think you know what you're talking about...do you know what we're talking about?  Does anyone think they know what they're talking about?  We think we're going to be good, but maybe not, but maybe.  I think the relief is just that we have someone that knows what the fuck was up when we were fucking people up, you know what we mean?  Do ya?  Man...how long is this off season?  It's long.  Soooo long.  We'll get through this Husker Nation...we will.  ScoFroFoSho.  Know it.  Embrace it.  Believe it.  Live it.  It will get better.  It will improve.  We'll all be high fiving the shit out of each other in a matter of months.  GBR!!!

Lots of things happened and lots of things are going to happen.  A hawkeye was on the podcast...yeah, we know...we took a shower immediately following.  Dirty Hawkeyes.  We win, we lose, it doesn't matter...we probably win long term.  Go Big Reg and, really, go USF.  

A million to twenty one.  That's the score next week. It is. Shut up. It is. Barkley has enough yardage to make it to the moon and back and James Franklin gets his first Heisman winner...This awful shit show last adventure finally ends.  It's like Lost City of Z (super rando reference kudos to you and your netflix addiction if you know what it is) but it's so much worse because Charlie never got beat by 33 to Minnesota.  

Hang with this 'cast, hang with this season, it will - somehow - get better.  GBFR.

First and foremost, foremost and first, you're all beautiful people.  I mean what's that mean, it means what it means and, you know, whatever that means.  The team is good, but how does a good team win great games and how does a great team win wonderful games, you have to be a wonderful team.  If you're not then you're just average, but I think we can be wonderful.

Ugh...it's exhausting just attempting to even type like he'd talk.  Changes are'uh comin'.  How much or how many...who knows, but Bobby D is covering his A like an MFer.

Well, we knocked Purdue in the boilmaker and just barely came out on top. Wildcat weekend.... Can we win it... Yes we caaaaa... We maybe can. Who knows??? What team is going to show up?? Coaching Changes??? A lot of Frost talk, and some maybe possiblities. Grab a 12 pack and a bucket of chicken, listen and enjoy.

It's year three and we're rebuilding.  Meanwhile it's year three in Miami.  It's year three in Georgia.  It's year three in Washington (or at least last year was).  But we're REBUILDING?  Is next year going to be better?  It will be, but it will be because we've moved on from an experiment, we're done playing money ball.  Billy Bean has left the fucking building.

Also it's TWOLANE not TUHLANE.  Pfff.

Welp, what did you expect?  I mean Mike Riley is only a single man.  I mean he's only a single man, that doesn't like talking to his coaches.  I mean he's only a single man that doesn't like talking to his coaches and arguing with refs.  I mean he's only a single man that doesn't like talking to his coaches, arguing with refs, or starting players that should start.  You get the goddamn point, it's not going his way and instead of showing a piece of gum who's boss and throwing his hat at refs he searches for a safe space and might be completely terified of his defensive coordinator.  Frost or Bust.