At about 2:20 a.m., I woke up to a giant cracking sound.
I looked down at the floor and saw that my psyche had fallen out and shattered into a million little pieces.
Thanks, Michigan and the Sun Belt Conference referees! Because of your playcalling and your Third World officiating, I'm now a schizophrenic!
No you're not.
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I need to go to my fucking happy place.
did anyone else notice the incredibly fat nebraska dance team in the stands? that would clearly have been distracting to the officials.
Oh, the Nebraska Dancin' Beefcats were duly noted and commented upon.
Actually I did spend most of the game yelling "Put a second sleeve on them! They're huge!" I think everyone agreed with me but they might have been afraid to admit it.
Either way, I'm still f-ing depressed today.
i thought i was the only one petty enough to make bitchy remarks about the Husker baton squad. glad to see i'm in good company.
i justified it by considering that misery needs an outlet, and fat dance team girls are as good a target as any. besides, i can't drink -- give me SOMETHING, for christ's sake.
I'll take Michigan's Flat-Chested Dance Team over the Jigglin' CornHuskys any day.
I hate my life.
I feel like I should apologize, since I'm fairly certain that the way that ended is my fault to a large extent.
You see, I had just allowed myself to think, "I wonder if this was what it was like to be watching Cal-Stanford...", which obviously meant it wasn't going to happen.
Of course, I take no blame for letting a vastly inferior team hang around and be in the lead at the end. Can't these guys EVER hold it down against the Big 12 in bowl games?
But, given the truly horrible officiating, I'll even refrain from making any jokes about certain half-national-championships being retroactively lowered to 45-percent-of-a-national-championship...
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