the first step is admitting you have a problem.
I had confidence going into the Kstate game, and for whatever reason I have confidence going into the Mizzery game.
I want Hawk gone as much as any of you but for some reason my optimism just won't stop.
I must be some kind of idot.
the "experts" can go eat a bushel basket of Bob Stoops fresh organic dicks
the first step is admitting you have a problem.
My name is Buffnik and I'm a buffaholic. It has been 4 days since my last drink of Kool-Aid. Weekends, especially Saturday mornings, are tough for me. I'm trying to hold out, but I fear that I will fall off the wagon again in a few days.![]()
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This is what Bohn is counting on to keep people in the stands and funding out loser coach. Until people see clearly and stop contributing to the losing, they wont make a change.
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This coaching staff makes no sense at all to many of us, besides Cabral, ambrose, and maybe Hagan. But i'm sure it hurts Hagan inside to see how far we've come since his glory days here at CU.
Here is the thing though, if we lose this one we have to win out to play in the crackerjacks bowl. And that ain't happening.
Let's all drink to a 3-9 or at best a 4-8 season. Yay.
Being a Buff fan is a lot like playing golf. You play like crap for 17 holes, are totally ready to shred every one of your clubs and quit the game forever, but then chip in from 100 yards out on the 18th for an Eagle and you love the game again. You go back into the clubhouse and set your tee time for the next week. The fact that you just shot a 130 is irrelevant. You made a shot that would make Tiger Woods himself jealous, and that's all that's important.
I personally love this roller coaster--it kind of reminds me of when you're at a club and you see a group of smokin' hot ladies and you know you have no chance. As the night goes on you keep pounding drinks and that group of girls get even hotter and you start to think "Hey, why not me? In fact I think I have a damn good shot at this". So you decide that it'll be a great idea to approach them and as you near them you trip over your sneaker and face plant into the bar. Eventually get up and walk home bloody and soaked in urine. This is our football team.