Welp, game 1 is in the books, and thanks to the ghost of Bobby Layne it's a W for the Roar.
--We share our game watching experiences
--Uncle Brother shares a bed with a fellow roaraholic
--Deano, having survived the Ford Field frenzy, looks like crap and is barely conscious
--We marvel at how cool it is to have a smash mouth running attack, especially late in games
--We also marvel at Matty Staff, who looked better than ever and could not be stopped
--We wonder what the hell was going on with Sun God and Laporta, who did virtually nothing the entire game
--We applaud Jared's epic, 7-yard scamper for a crucial 1st down
--We love DC more than ever, after his impassioned halftime interview
--We are fucking pumped about the Jamo outburst!
--We're exhausted and wonder if we'll be able to hold up physically and mentally for the entire season.
--We end, as always, with a melodious 3-part harmonized Roar ... With Deano starting out in the deep end! Uncle Brother following with a note high enough in the register to force Lomas to go falsetto.
In short: It wasn't pretty, but it's a W, and we'll gladly take it.