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- bvlah
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I have never seen VT play as bad as us.
It's good to be 4-0.
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Sep 21, 2014 03:10
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- Probably Magic
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Looking cute, feeling cute.
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In Pilgrim's Progress there's a swamp where people rut out and have difficulty escaping, where muck keeps any forward motion from happening and all that remains is overwhelming despair. Often, college football is like that. Simple fact is, it's still an amateur league, full of amateur mistakes, and the disparity between teams is massive. As much of a delusion of parity that we participate in watching these games, the likelihood of Ole Mississippi beating LSU is tragically small.
Which makes the moment where the stars align akin to a golden swan. There is the theory of the black swan, the catalytic event that no one sees coming, but black is a mordant color, and gold, well, gold is nice. So let's say a KU alum who grew up in Indiana gets to see Kansas and Indiana win while Missouri lose. What are the odds? Kansas is bad. Indiana is disappointing to bad. Missouri has been digging itself a nice niche in the SEC. An intersection of such events is highly variable.
But it happened tonight, and I'm happy as gently caress.
Probably Magic fucked around with this message at 03:35 on Sep 21, 2014
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Sep 21, 2014 03:29
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I have absolutely no clue what Washington team will show up anymore. 10-2 and 5-7 are equally possible outcomes this year.
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Sep 21, 2014 03:32
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- a neat cape
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Aw hunny, these came out GREAT!
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I have absolutely no clue what Washington team will show up anymore. 10-2 and 5-7 are equally possible outcomes this year.
Lindquist is the Truth
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Sep 21, 2014 03:33
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http://deadspin.com/suspended-jameis-winston-tries-to-dress-for-clemson-gam-1637269521
Jameis Winston is so loving dumb its just....amazing.
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Sep 21, 2014 03:33
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- HOTLANTA MAN
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by Hand Knit
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Lipstick Apathy
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Missouri lost to Indiana.
Missouri.
Lost.
To Indiana.
Also Webbeh they didnt have the pumpkin spice beer at Copper Creek so screw you.
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Sep 21, 2014 03:49
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- siriuslysomething
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He's so fast!
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Northwestern won against western Illinois.
While it's nice to accomplish the bare minimum of being an even remotely passable team we looked pretty bad doing it. If it wasn't for us being purely more athletic in the running game (which will not happen again this season) the game would have been really close. I feel relieved that we beat them more than happy and I feel like all the people around me felt the same way.
I maintain if we can somehow beat notre dame and get the hat I will not bitch about this terrible season.
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Sep 21, 2014 03:53
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- Hed
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That loving sucked.
e: like that was really embarrassing and now everyone is going to go back to talking about how we got really lucky last year and are hot garbage and we kinda deserve it after that game against what still seems like a mediocre team who played pretty darn well
Hed fucked around with this message at 04:08 on Sep 21, 2014
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Sep 21, 2014 03:53
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Western Michigan won, and has looked good (read: respectable) every week they've played. Of course, they've got the Hokies next week and I've been poo poo-talking my cousin who went there for the past 3 weeks. I'm boasting above what my team can back up, but I don't care. Hokies in free-fall, Broncos ascendant. Row the boat!
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Sep 21, 2014 03:59
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- HOTLANTA MAN
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Lipstick Apathy
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I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about college football, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.
I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Missouri football, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the SEC's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Missouri football. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.
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Indiana is a murderer. He killed his opponent. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Indiana. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about wrestling and the bastards involved in it, you could always point out Indiana as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could point to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional wrestling without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw football as a means to an end. He was in it for football. He was dedicated to being the best football team he could be, and it showed on the field.
I wanted to be a football player since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be Mack Brown's quarterback had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a football player was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.
Since then I lived vicariously through Indiana football in a lot of ways. He wasn't a team who was destined to be a national champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation football team. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest traditions in history. By 40 years-old.
Indiana football was only Indiana, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.
I cannot reconcile in my mind that the team who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a team could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Purdue, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their cupcake win in week 4, and that that same team could strangle his opponent in the same day. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Maty Mauk, and not for their child, Gary Pinkel.
Indiana football owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Tuesday nights and Saturdays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.
And that will continue. But Indiana football is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, Mizzou's cupcake schedule, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.
Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:08
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I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about college football, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.
I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Missouri football, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the SEC's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Missouri football. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.
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Indiana is a murderer. He killed his opponent. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Indiana. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about wrestling and the bastards involved in it, you could always point out Indiana as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could point to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional wrestling without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw football as a means to an end. He was in it for football. He was dedicated to being the best football team he could be, and it showed on the field.
I wanted to be a football player since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be Mack Brown's quarterback had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a football player was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.
Since then I lived vicariously through Indiana football in a lot of ways. He wasn't a team who was destined to be a national champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation football team. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest traditions in history. By 40 years-old.
Indiana football was only Indiana, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.
I cannot reconcile in my mind that the team who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a team could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Purdue, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their cupcake win in week 4, and that that same team could strangle his opponent in the same day. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Maty Mauk, and not for their child, Gary Pinkel.
Indiana football owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Tuesday nights and Saturdays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.
And that will continue. But Indiana football is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, Mizzou's cupcake schedule, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.
Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
Sometimes your team loses games, man.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:09
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- anne frank fanfic
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I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about college football, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.
I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Missouri football, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the SEC's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Missouri football. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.
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Indiana is a murderer. He killed his opponent. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Indiana. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about wrestling and the bastards involved in it, you could always point out Indiana as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could point to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional wrestling without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw football as a means to an end. He was in it for football. He was dedicated to being the best football team he could be, and it showed on the field.
I wanted to be a football player since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be Mack Brown's quarterback had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a football player was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.
Since then I lived vicariously through Indiana football in a lot of ways. He wasn't a team who was destined to be a national champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation football team. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest traditions in history. By 40 years-old.
Indiana football was only Indiana, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.
I cannot reconcile in my mind that the team who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a team could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Purdue, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their cupcake win in week 4, and that that same team could strangle his opponent in the same day. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Maty Mauk, and not for their child, Gary Pinkel.
Indiana football owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Tuesday nights and Saturdays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.
And that will continue. But Indiana football is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, Mizzou's cupcake schedule, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.
Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
If this is real, gay
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Sep 21, 2014 04:10
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- Hed
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where did you c/p that from
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Sep 21, 2014 04:12
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- Morby
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Isn't that the old Chris Benoit post from when the murder-suicide happened?
Anyway, I missed a ton of college football today due to a wedding, but I did get to see the very end of Mizzou-Illinois and what the actual gently caress? Also, Miss State beat LSU? And Clemson is currently beating FSU (granted, without Winston)? What a crazy weekend!
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Sep 21, 2014 04:14
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- Probably Magic
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Looking cute, feeling cute.
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Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
This is kind of like Joan River's death, where it's really hard for me to feel sympathy.
Or maybe Saddam Hussein's death.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:14
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I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about college football, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.
I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Missouri football, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the SEC's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Missouri football. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.
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Indiana is a murderer. He killed his opponent. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Indiana. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about wrestling and the bastards involved in it, you could always point out Indiana as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could point to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional wrestling without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw football as a means to an end. He was in it for football. He was dedicated to being the best football team he could be, and it showed on the field.
I wanted to be a football player since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be Mack Brown's quarterback had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a football player was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.
Since then I lived vicariously through Indiana football in a lot of ways. He wasn't a team who was destined to be a national champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation football team. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest traditions in history. By 40 years-old.
Indiana football was only Indiana, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.
I cannot reconcile in my mind that the team who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a team could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Purdue, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their cupcake win in week 4, and that that same team could strangle his opponent in the same day. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Maty Mauk, and not for their child, Gary Pinkel.
Indiana football owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Tuesday nights and Saturdays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.
And that will continue. But Indiana football is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, Mizzou's cupcake schedule, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.
Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
The legend of Paradol Ex will never die. 
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- mayodreams
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I was trying to go to sleep a few minutes ago and for some reason the enormity of these events finally hit me and I couldn't stop crying. I have no real life friends who give a poo poo about college football, so this is basically the only place I have to express these feelings, but I really feel the need to express them.
I would like this thread to be about our personal feelings about the death of Missouri football, and how it has personally affected us. Just TV-IVing about the details as they come in, or wondering about the SEC's future, and all of that bullshit has no place here. I need to write about my feelings about Missouri football. Obviously these posts will be mocked elsewhere on the forums, but gently caress em. If you feel the need to say anything, say it.
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Indiana is a murderer. He killed his opponent. We will probably never know exactly what he was thinking. Obviously I did not know Indiana. I never saw him in person and never spoke to him. But he represented something very special to me. In such a cut-throat, dirty, dark, often disgusting, business he was one of the good ones. When people talked poo poo about wrestling and the bastards involved in it, you could always point out Indiana as the exception to the rule. He was the one you could point to as a true professional who honored the sport he loved, who was passionate about it, who proved that you could dedicate your life to professional wrestling without being insane or scum or a monster. He was the ace in the hole. He was the one who wasn't in it for the pussy or because he was a failed jock in another sport or because he wanted to get rich quick or because he wanted to be a movie star or because he saw football as a means to an end. He was in it for football. He was dedicated to being the best football team he could be, and it showed on the field.
I wanted to be a football player since I was a little kid, and one of the very worst moments of my life was a cold night in San Antonio when I was on the phone to my girlfriend a thousand miles away and finally admitted to myself and to her that coming to Texas to be Mack Brown's quarterback had been a mistake. Coming to grips that I was simply not athletically or charismatically talented enough to be a football player was one of the worst moments of my life. The business glorifies the boyhood dreams that come true. My boyhood dream wasn't going to come true, and it was an upsetting, soul-crushing revelation that upsets and discourages me to this day.
Since then I lived vicariously through Indiana football in a lot of ways. He wasn't a team who was destined to be a national champion. He couldn't talk. He wasn't charismatic in the usual way. He was quiet. He was short. The only thing he had going for him was his work ethic. He wasn't a third generation football team. He wasn't physically gifted. He wasn't someone who had words come easy to him. But through sheer effort he was able to become one of the greatest traditions in history. By 40 years-old.
Indiana football was only Indiana, and he was already a legend on the verge of myth. That's how talented he was, and how respected.
I cannot reconcile in my mind that the team who unnecessarily gave back so much to the sport could end his life the way he did. I can't understand how a team could spend weeks and months trying to give back to younger guys like Purdue, putting forth the care and effort to help them find their cupcake win in week 4, and that that same team could strangle his opponent in the same day. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have happened this way. Not for him, not for Maty Mauk, and not for their child, Gary Pinkel.
Indiana football owed me nothing. But I still feel the loss. I selfishly lived through many of his accomplishments and now feel lost. I can only speak for myself, but I feel that for a lot of us Tuesday nights and Saturdays are rocks of stability in a storm of stress and uncertainty. Every week the show goes on. Every week the show is from somewhere new, somewhere in the world, but every week it comes into our homes.
And that will continue. But Indiana football is dead. And he died a murderer. And whether it be insanity, Mizzou's cupcake schedule, or just the actions of a clear-eyed monster, what is done is done. And one of the pillars for the guys backstage and one of the pillars for fans is gone. And everything that pillar held up is tainted and dripping with blood.
Indiana football was a murderer. And I don't know how to accept that.
Yes, a ranked team losing to IU is shameful. You should feel terrible.
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- Ben Has Tiny Weenus
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MSU Will Not Be National Champions
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I've waited 15 years for this.
Worth.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:21
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I wish Melvin Gordon III could run forever. No sideline, no end zone. Just space, space for him to break another tackle. Like some Jon Bois poo poo.
I want to see Melvin run forever, his psyche unhampered by the failures of youth.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:25
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Boomer Sooner y'all
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I'm so relieved that we won. WVU was scary.
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Sep 21, 2014 04:29
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I'm so relieved that we won. WVU was scary.
It made baylor fans more scared of both teams, thanks
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Just once, ONCE I want a South Carolina team that doesn't manage to almost lose against teams they should ream.
I swear it has something to do with Vandy's HS stadium. It has magical powers or some poo poo.
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I didn't watch all of the A&M game (apparently we got another touchdown in the intervening 5 minutes) but Indiana beating Missouri owns, Georgia Tech winning owns (and by the transitive property Ohio State sucks), Virginia being competitive with BYU was great, and Michigan sucks bad (even though I predicted they might lose this game).
Basically I hope Indiana wins the Big 10.
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