huskermark
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This will be the last time that the HUSKERS and Buffs will play for quite some time, so lets get it started:smile2:
This will be the last time that the HUSKERS and Buffs will play for quite some time, so lets get it started:smile2:
over 4000 posts from hinflatable Lil Redumping fans in this thread alone.
kind of you make you think it's not a rivalry.
over 4000 posts from inflatable Lil Red humping fans in this thread alone.
kind of you make you think it's not a rivalry.
have you seen the allbuffs open letter to our AD, Mike Bohn? I think you would like it.I'd be pissed off and have an inferiority complex if I had to live in pinko commie people's republic of Boulder.
(Disclaimer, Boulder is actually quite nice and I have no problem with it)
This will be the last time that the HUSKERS and Buffs will play for quite some time, so lets get it started:smile2:
**** nebraska and all the little ****ers that live in that **** ass state. suck a dick and die you cum eating dicks.
I'd be pissed off and have an inferiority complex if I had to live in pinko commie people's republic of Boulder.
Sez the guy with 3 teeth living in a trailer park....
Sez the guy with 3 teeth living in a trailer park....
Nah, got all of them.
I'd be pissed off and making false accusations too, if I were married to a Boulder feminazi.
Nah, got all of them.
I'd be pissed off and making false accusations too, if I were married to a Boulder feminazi.
Really? This is a hate thread? No offense, but hate doesn't suit your personality Mark. You're more inclined to start a "agree to disagree" dialogue. Or maybe on your downright meanest day, you'll initiate a "cordial dislike" thread.
I started a hate thread last year. I got a jump on it actually--I wanted to beat the rush and submitted it three or four days early. I personally attacked most of the major contributing husker posters on Allbuffs. Outrage followed...
The vaginal tears that ran down the inseams of your collective red toughskins flooded the plains, convincing bewildered meteorologists that it was monsoon season in the United States' second and third (Iowa too, it turns out) most boring states (that's right--you guys aren't even the best at being most boring--North Dakota has beaten you three years running). Whininess exploded from you thin-skinned huskers so loudly, and in such perfect synchonization, that even the most ardent F1 fans complained of the noise.
No, hate doesn't suit you. As a fanbase you are entitled and whiny (Texas makes more money than us...we're only number two in football revenue). You guys are slightly delusional too (people think we're classy fans).
In a state that has little going for it except Willa Cather, decent pond bass fishing, and the blandest of windswept prairies (for those who are into that sort of thing) you do have football. Indeed, in that otherwise bland backdrop nebraska has put together a fantastic football program. From 1962 to mid-November 2001, the huskers boasted an envied win/loss record built on the backs of corn-fed young felons who hit the football field in an inspired roid rage they normally reserved for their girlfriends.
Jokes aside, I've got respect for the husker football program. Is it Michigan, Notre Dame, or USC? No. And it certainly isn't Texas (1 of 9 in Big XII play? Are you kidding me?). But it was good enough to dominate most programs, including my humble Buffaloes who've managed to lose many games in the most heartbreaking fashion during my 21 years as a Buff fan.
The program is indeed respected. The fans? A bunch of self-congragulatory golf-clapping, red polyester covered cadavers whose Ned Flandersesque sense of football superiority is despised nationwide. When it's time to cry in my beer after a nebraska loss, I'm heartened by the other things in life I have and enjoy. Do the losses hurt? You bet they do, and frankly they hurt more at the hands of nebraska--the sting mostly a result of knowing those smug pricks are claiming not just a football victory but something more. When your world is only football, when there is no other real satisfaction on your windswept plain (literally and figuratively), your entire sense of self-worth is tied closely with the success of a football team. A football victory doesn't just mean your team outplayed another team that day, but also validates your entire sense of worth.
But to me, you ****ers are worthless. And I hope to God that our righteous Buffaloes smite your ****ing team into the turf come Friday, and your despondant fanbase is hurled into a a life of knowing that on the last day, on the last battle, when the history didn't matter, when the overall record was meaningless--that on that last day the Golden Buffaloes of the University of Colorado snatched your only chance at enduring dignity and self-value, and left you to wander into the vastness of a life of despair knowing that you'd lost what mattered most at that critical moment...Scoreboard.
Amen.