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My father died last night. He was 87 years old. It was his time. He was ready. I wasn’t. But then, I suspect that we never are. We only have one father in our lives and, if we’re lucky, he’s a good one. Mine was. I can’t think of my father without thinking of fishing. I love to fish, he taught me to fish, and I passed that along to my kids. But the most meaningful fish of my life is a fish I never caught. Now, anyone who has ever fished with me knows that the world is full of fish I’ve never caught (why, the laws of physics may even be bent; I may have not caught more fish than have ever existed). But the fish I’m talking about was a flounder in the summer of 1984 or so. I was a teen. Being that age, I had a particularly difficult relationship with my father at that time. As I grew into myself and worked on figuring out who I was, a good part of that exercise was me pushing back on everything my father was, everything he wanted, everything he said, everything he even thought. I was….an unpleasant adolescent. And my father did not bend to my will. He pushed back. He loved me enough to stand fast, and to make me hate him, because he wasn’t going to stop being my father, even if that required standing strong and letting there be conflict. There was a great distance between us – the greatest it had ever been and ever would be. We had functionally nothing in common. We could go weeks without meaningful conversation. But we had one thing – ONE THING – that we still shared; we loved to fish, and we still liked to do it together. So, reaching out to me, to try to hold on to that last, tenuous thread holding father and son together, he suggested we go on a fishing trip to south Texas, to the bay house of dear family friends where we’d had so many great trips before. I agreed, because hey, I loved fishing. We had a great trip. We ate giant chicken fried steaks at the Brush Country Inn. We fished from a lighted pier all night long, every night for three days. And we caught fish, mostly speckled trout. But one night, I hooked into something big. My rod was bowed, it was a fight to get whatever it was to the dock. We were going to need the landing net. As I fought the fish close enough for us to finally get a glimpse, we saw that it was a beautiful, enormous flounder. Truly, the biggest flounder I’ve ever had on the line. I maneuvered him to the pier, my father laid out on his stomach with the landing net so he could reach as far out as possible to net the fish. As he lowered the net into the water, the flounder turned, shook his head once, and swam off. I felt in an instant when he threw the hook. My father flailed with the net, trying to scoop the fish before he got away. No dice. I was laughing – because of COURSE the best fish of the trip just shook the hook and swam away. That is the way of fishing with me. But what struck me was my dad’s reaction. He flailed with the net, and had a look of real anguish on his face. Anguish that the fish he wanted me to catch got away. Disappointment FOR me. Not IN me, but for me. He cared. In spite of all I’d put him through, how much I had alienated him, what mattered most to him was seeing ME have success. After all that had come between us – and still WAS standing between us – he loved me. Totally. Completely. Unconditionally. It still took us a long time to heal, and grow back together, but as we did so, I always remembered that fish, and how much he cared. Through everything, my father’s love was an anchor. His love for me. His love for my mother – oh, how he loved my mother. His love for my wife – a relationship that was far from easy, but was bound up in that same complicated love that I experienced for a time. A relationship that drew upon her pastoral strength and presence, which when he needed it, at the very end – it was there. Given freely, with grace, and with a connection to the divine that, well if you know wife, you know from which it flows. And love for his grandkids. To a person, everyone I’ve talked to about my dad since his passing has mentioned how he adored them. How proud he was of them. How they reminded him of my mother, my wife, me, and sometimes even of him. To the end, he talked about how his love for them was what kept him going. What he loved the most about each of them was their kindness – their intelligence and their achievements mattered, but when he spoke of them, he always spoke of how good and decent they are. Which makes sense, as his kindness was his enduring feature. There are things I knew of and saw along the way. When a family member was in a bind, how money was sent to solve the problem, no questions asked, and no expectation of repayment. And mind you, we were not a family of any great means. There also are things I didn’t know of before – how they opened their home to a young man as he started his cancer treatments in Houston and needed a safe place to stay. Again, no questions asked – just sharing of what they had, being kind because – well, why wouldn’t you be? My father was a child of the border, and all that entails. Some of it was hard; he was separated from his parents often at a young age, because they weren’t going to send him to school in the crappy little Mexican ranching town they lived in. So he grew up mostly in Eagle Pass, with family. He found opportunity in education – a high school teacher told him and so many of his classmates that they could go to college, driving them to A&M – yes, A&M – in the local school bus to see the campus and watch a football game. He got that education, which let him live a life that took him on adventures around the world – his years working in Argentina, living in Buenos Aires with my mother, the two of them together living a life of dreams, was one of the highlights of his life. Indeed, my father’s story cannot be told – not even a little bit – without talking about my mother. The best things in this world are love stories, the real love stories, the stories of a love that is tied to your very being. Theirs was that kind of love story. My father was a freewheeling young man living in the valley, working in the oil patch. My mother was a striking beauty, but the product of a hard life of fleeing an alcoholic father, abuse, poverty, and betrayal. She desperately wanted a man who would be kind to her, and who could someday provide her the life she barely dared to dream of. They met. My father couldn’t believe that he’d met the beauty he'd seen only from a distance. And my mother couldn’t believe that she’d met a man who was so kind, and so devoted. They married having dated for only a few weeks. And they were together for decades after that. He gave her the life she dreamed of – a son, a home, safety and security – until she died three years ago. He was her rock. She was his love, his adoration, his heart. And dear God, did he miss her so. Every day. In the end, he was ready to go. So he went. On his terms. He was ready to see her again. I hope that is a thing, that we do see each other again in some beyond. In our last conversation – which I knew was our last – we talked of the universe, and stardust. And how we are at once insignificant pieces of coalesced stardust in a universe of trillions of galaxies….but that same infinite, incomprehensible universe cannot have its story told without speaking of the time that some coalesced stardust was my father. And some other coalesced stardust was my mother. And together, they found and fostered a love fitting for an infinite universe. We are in awe of the universe, but the universe itself should be in awe of love. We matter. Love matters. My heart is broken. My parents are now both gone. My children are devastated by loss. My wife is my rock, a guide and pillar for me as I grieve. And I am lucky. I am so goddamned lucky.238 points
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Dear aggies, You’ll always be little brother. 77-37-5. No arbitrary timeframes, just ownership. You assholes tried to blow up the Big 12 and then whined and blamed it on us. You assholes tried to derail our move to the SEC because you were desperately hoping we wouldn’t shine the light on your utter failure. You accomplished exactly jack shit in the years following Justin Tucker’s dagger into your hearts. You’ve spent the last two years touching yourselves at the thought of this game you screeched and cried to the SEC to get at Kyle even though it should have rightly been in Austin this year. You’ve run your mouths the whole season, as if you’ve won anything of consequence. We gifted you 3 times and you only got 7 points off of those gifts. You gave it your best shot and it’s this?! The only thing intimidating about Kyle Field is the halitosis from 100,000 screaming Aggies. Our history proves it’s not any tougher a place to play for us than it is for you. Almost a 15 year head start and y’all have yet to play for an SEC title. But here we are in year one. Poor aggies. Now shut. The fuck. Up.187 points
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https://www.theplayerstribune.com/cj-baxter-ncaa-football-texas-longhorns To the Texas Brotherhood Nov 27, 2024 Everybody knows my mindset. I’m a simple guy. When I’m lined up in the backfield — no matter what the situation or how high the stakes are — my mind is usually pretty clear. I’m only ever thinking about three things: My alignment. My assignment. Executing the play. I’ve been playing football my entire life, so whenever I’m on the field, there’s never any fear or hesitation. I just feel like I’m where I belong. That was the case last August when I lined up to take a random snap during a preseason practice, and my whole life changed in a split-second. Honestly, at that moment, I was probably as confident as I’d ever been playing football. I came to Texas as the No. 1 running back in the nation out of high school. I learned the ropes from future NFL draft picks. And now, this season was going to be my turn. I was ready to be the next great Longhorns running back. When I got the ball, I hit the left B-gap, same as I have literally thousands of times throughout my life. But when I got tackled, I knew something was wrong. And it wasn’t the pain that scared me — I don’t even remember the pain that much. It was the sound. A pop. I’d heard about “the pop” many times — the sound a ligament makes when it snaps — but had never experienced it myself. I knew right away that all of the plans I had before I was handed the ball were out the window. One moment, I felt ready to take on the world. But as soon as I heard that sound — that pop — all I felt was fear. If the sound wasn’t enough of a hint, I knew things were bad when Coach Sark stopped practice. You have to understand, this program runs like a well-oiled machine. Every minute of practice is used up with specific intention — and nothing stops that, not even injuries. As a million thoughts went through my head, I heard one voice clearly — Coach Choice’s. “Breathe. Just breathe. It’s going to be OK.” I’ve never wanted to believe something so badly in my life. Ricardo B. Brazziell/American-Statesman / USA TODAY NETWORK Coach Choice was a big reason I decided to move away from Florida and attend UT. I’d been recruited since I was in 9th grade and had heard just about every pitch imaginable from different coaches. They are nice for stroking your ego, but my mom raised me to value genuineness over everything. And there was no other coach my family connected with on a genuine human level better than Coach Choice. His general approach to life and football is something that I immediately wanted to emulate. He’d played in college and the NFL, but that wasn’t what stuck out with me. I could tell he really cared about developing his players as people, and that really influenced my recruitment. And I mean, my visits to Austin didn’t hurt either. Bijan Robinson was there for all of my visits to the school, and one of the things I admired most was watching how he operated as a person. He was the best player on the team (maybe just the best football player ever?), a surefire first round pick — and he was also everyone’s favorite person to be around. Walking around campus, he always had a smile for you no matter who you were — not just for other players but literally every person he encountered. That was my first exposure to Texas’s culture, but it wasn’t until I enrolled my freshman year that I was given The Blueprint. I don’t think that’s the official term, but it’s the only name that fits. One day during lunch, Jordan Whittington — Whitt — sat down with me for a talk. He’s another player I looked up to — a Five-star recruit who battled through injuries and is now playing out there on Sundays. When I first came to Texas, Whitt let me take the number 4 from him so I could honor my cousin Greg Bryant — a great running back himself at Notre Dame, who tragically passed away a couple of years ago. We’ve always been cool since then. What Whitt broke down for me was essentially all of the things that usually go unspoken, but that make the difference between a team competing for a national championship and missing a bowl game entirely. He’d experienced both sides of it since he’d been at Texas. He told me from the jump what I did in high school didn’t matter anymore. Everybody at Texas balled out in high school — that’s why they’re a Longhorn. For a lot of players, it means sitting on the bench for the first time in your life. Lesson 1: Don’t complain and poison the locker room. Earn your spot on the depth chart. That ego hit can ultimately be too much for some guys. And if it is? There’s the door. Beyond that, as a Texas football player, the person you are matters. Lesson 2: You have a huge microscope on you all the time, and how you act around others leaves an impression. If how you represent yourself and the team doesn’t mean anything to you? There’s the door. There were more lessons to come. It was lessons on lessons, every day. But I think of all the things Whitt told me, the most impactful aspect of the blueprint was that it was another player delivering the message. Of course you never want to disappoint the fans or your coaches. But what elevates a team to the next level is when all of the players go all-out and sacrifice for each other. Not worrying about the outside noise, or the haters, because you already hold each other to the highest standard possible. The difference in these past few years came down to a change in culture. Of course, everybody in college football talks about “culture.” But are they walking the walk? Are they backing it up on tape? Everything Whitt told me during lunch that day was perfectly encapsulated by one play last season against TCU. You can check it out here. It was early in the game against a team we’d struggled with in recent years, and Quinn threw a pick. It’s the type of mistake that might have snowballed into other mistakes in past years. But on this play, Whitt decided that wasn’t happening. He hustled back and tackled the defender returning the pick, and he ended up causing a fumble that Xavier Worthy recovered. Lesson 3: Never quit on a play. Never quit on anything. That play is everything — sick athleticism, unreal effort and just having your teammates’ back. When two of the best players — not just on the team but in the entire country — are going that hard, what’s your excuse? The next deep ball Quinn threw was a perfect pass to Xavier, and we won that game. If you want to know what makes a winning team, there’s your blueprint. Trask Smith/Cal Sport Media via AP Images When I was named a team captain heading into this season, I took to heart what that really meant. Maintaining a winning culture, laying out the blueprint for the new guys coming in, that was on me now. And I was so excited about it. Until I heard that pop. When that happened, I was just filled with fear. By the time I made it back to my locker to let my parents know I was hurt, my phone had more messages on it than I’d ever seen before. It was clear news travels fast in Texas, even when you’re just at practice, and by now pretty much the whole state knew about it. One of the very first people who hit me up was Jonathan Brooks. We became really close when we shared the backfield last year, and he also happened to suffer a season-ending injury. So if anybody in the world understood how I was feeling, it was him. He told me I had a right to feel mad and frustrated — and also that it was important to let myself feel those emotions rather than bottle them up. I think all the attention kind of took my mind off of what happened because I was interacting with so many people. It was in the days and weeks later, after my surgery, when the messages kind of died down and I had a lot of time to myself, that I think the weight of everything hit. It’s a crazy thing to go from being a starting running back to having to learn how to walk and run again at age 19. There were a lot of days early on during rehab that it was tough to get out of bed. Both physically tough, but also mentally draining. Because playing running back, that was always something that came completely natural to me. Now I’m literally back at square one — doing these exercises moving my leg with the goal of increasing the range of motion just a few centimeters. That wasn’t natural at all. That was just pain. I think the biggest thought that consumed me was, “What if I’m not the same player?” One day in the facility, when I was doing my rehab, I got approached by Coach Gideon — our secondary coach. He’s a Texas Ex himself and always has an upbeat message. He recommended that I read this story in the bible, the Book of Job. It’s the story of a man who is given the ultimate test of faith. He has everything he values stripped from him: Friends, family, material wealth— I mean everything. Despite having all of these things stripped away, Job maintains his faith — the only thing that couldn’t be taken from him. It definitely hit me in a certain kind of way, at a time when I really needed it. Sometimes there isn’t a good explanation for why bad things happen, but what’s in your control is how you react. Even when your body is hurt, you can always lean on your faith. Tim Warner/Getty Images I’ve tried my best to look at my injury through the most positive lens that I can. All of my goals in life are still very much ahead of me. Next season, I know that I can still be the best running back in the country. I can still be drafted to play in the NFL and play alongside Jonathan, Bijan, Roschon and all the other amazing running backs this school has produced. And I’m going to be able to approach it all from a place of gratitude. Just loving football more than I ever have before — because I know what it’s like have it taken away. But right now, my goal is to be the best teammate I’ve ever been. Because even if I can’t be out there on the field against A&M, I know my voice holds weight. Whether it’s giving advice to the younger players or just keeping a positive vibe when things are tense, there’s power in taking ownership of the ways you’re able to contribute to the culture — even when you’re hurting. I’m so excited to watch my guys do their thing on Saturday. There’s a phrase that gets tossed around the building a lot…. “Culture + Talent = Dangerous” This school has always had the talent part down. Anyone who’s ever been to Austin understands why talented people kind of naturally want to be here. But now that we have a culture to match it, I mean, that’s just really, really bad news for every other team in the nation. We are back to where we belong. Playing for all the marbles. The Blueprint is there. Now it’s time to execute. Go out there and get one for your brother. Sincerely, CJ174 points
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Well, it's been a good run during the 2024 CFB season for Texas. A year of mostly highs, with only a shitty home game versus GA and an OT loss to GA standing in the way of what's been perfect. I'm thankful for the memories and experiences, personally. Unfortunately, all of that comes to an end this weekend on Friday night in the bowels of the DFW metroplex. Watching this season die at the stale, beer-soaked, cheese curd-smelling fat fingers of the sweating, mouthbreathing giant Ohio State football team is an inevitability. It's going to be demoralizing to witness, but we should continue to hold our heads high irrespective as Texas fans. "But closetojumping, this same Ohio State team lost less than 6 weeks ago to a mediocre Michigan team at home. We blew those same assholes out, while they still had Will Johnson, in Ann Arbor even, earlier this year!" I realize that Texas and Ohio State have actually played the same opponent this year and the results might be revealing in some ways, but that is apparently irrelevant to the current situation. I've yet to hear or read any analysis in the public domain of that situation mattering. Apparently both rosters have completely turned over and it no longer matters. Or maybe the notion is that Ohio State takes pleasure in getting publicly buttfucked every year by their arch nemesis, but will not play the bottom in any other match-up. I don't know, but I've been told that we've got to throw it all out. I wish Texas would petition to play OSU this weekend in their famous alt-unis colored maize and blue, but they're apparently not doing that. "But CTJ, Will Howard has the tendency to become a turnover machine in big games and he's never beaten Texas!?" I get it. I realize that Will Howard appears to be a spare to Texas fans as we've watched him on numerous occasions attempt to lose ball games on his own at KSU and even this year against Oregon and Michigan. However, Texas fans are the fucking blind morons here. The fatass, jort-wearing, gravy-splattered experts from the Ohio State fanbase and the talking heads in the media have seen a different Will Howard. Things have gotten so distorted compared to what we've experienced that draft ranking services now have Howard listed above Ewers on the boards. So, yeah, we're the idiots here, folks. There's simply no way to envision a scenario in which one of the nation's leading turnover defenses could force a turnover prone QB with a history of choking under pressure to go on a turnover spree. Bucknuts has convinced me so. "closetojumping, this Ohio State OL has lost 3 OLs, is playing true freshman, playing their star guard at OT, and barely fields a two deep. Texas has one of the best front 7's in all of college football with elite LBs, OLBs/Edges, and DTs. Ohio State hasn't faced a front like this all year!" I'm sorry to inform you guys, but none of that matters. Ohio State is hot! They've got the hot hand and those OL have magically transformed from their November embarrassments to looking like a Joe Moore trophy-winning unit. Plus, Ohio State has the aforementioned Will Howard, who has obviously turned a corner in his play, and has like 5 or more elite skill players guaranteed to go to the NFL in Henderson, Judkins, Egbuka, Tate, and, of course, Jeremiah Smith. Texas can try to play sound gap integrity on the early downs while bracketing Smith all they want, this OL is apparently too robust. "Texas has elite skill guys, a Joe Moore finalist OL group, and a resurgent Quinn Ewers, who always shows his best in big games on the road, ctj. Ohio State's D doesn't know what's coming!" Listen, by all national accounts and according to the room temp IQ wizards at Eleven Warriors, the Ohio State defense has "elite" players at every level of the defense. Ohio State sports multiple potential 1st rounders (whenever they're eligible to declare) on defense, for sure. JT Tuimoloua is a projected early round guy and he's usually a terror about twice a season. Maybe he shows up against Texas and does something? We'll let Kelvin Banks figure that out, I guess. The guy has been playing lately for a contract, but he was irrelevant against Michigan and Oregon the first time. Tyleik Williams is well regarded inside but he's got all of 12 tackles on the year. Jack Sawyer can prevent an opponent's flag from being planted at the 50 yard line like a motherfucker, and no one can talk more Ohio State meatheaded shit than this blowhard, so maybe that leads to something game-changing on Friday? Denzel Burke has blown harder this year than a meth-ed out OSU sorority girl, but maybe he can hang with Matthew Golden unlike anyone else this season. Sonny Stiles has run past more tackles this season than Danny Stutsman, but I've heard he's also super good. Caleb Downs is actually the real deal, so hopefully Ewers is decisive in the pocket this week. The rest of the secondary has been beaten more this season than Zach Smith's wife, but never mind that. I realize that even the adjusted stats love the OSU defense. That said, don't look at who they've played in posting the numbers they've posted. Don't consider that IU was a paper tiger or that Oregon did what they wanted in the first game, or that PSU pissed down its leg when it saw the Scarlet and Grey or that they played no one else worth a fuck on offense all year. No, those things don't matter, their defense is an unrivaled beast and the Texas offense stands no chance. "Fine. We get it, closetojumping, you're giving us no shot. But what about Ryan Day folding in big games as though he's being grilled under a heat lamp by suspecting police officers of his role in numerous pedophile rings?" I realize that Ryan Day appears to be a violently aggressive groomer of catamites and that he probably feeds off the blood of small children to maintain a solid coif and a 68-10 career record, but you can't argue with success. I don't care if the guy had his pants pulled down on national tv by Steve Sarkisian in the 2020 title game. Day going into the fetal position and sucking his thumb while crying for mommy against Michigan shouldn't matter to us. The guy is 4-4 in the postseason with the wins coming against: -a Utah team that lost their QB to a devastating knee injury early in the game -a good Clemson team in 2020 -a 2024 coelenterate in Tennessee -a revenge game against Oregon in 2024 I don't know, maybe he's able to find something new to fire up his team this week against the underdog Longhorns. There's no way that Texas will find motivation from being counted out all week and being told they have no chance. Hell, I don't think they've got a chance myself, and I know I'm notoriously one of Longhorn netdom's biggest Pollyannas. So give me Ohio State in a runaway, 55-14. Thoughts? Hook'em140 points
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Finally can tell my aggy story. Have a good insight into this kids recruitment and I’m still laughing about his visit to aggy. Dude gets his player host (I’ll let y’all find who that is) and since it was midweek the host has to go to class, Livingstone gets invited to attend class as well but the player host was extremely late, got kicked out of class and went back to his dorm to smoke weed until practice while leaving Livingstone in the class. Livingstone sits through this dudes underwater bb stacking class or whatever and goes to the football facility by his lonesome for practice to see if he can even find his host. He still can’t, but he proceeds to listen to Jimbo and Petrino mother fuck each other and their players for the next two hours. Just pure hatred between those two, the only people they hate more than each other is their players, all of them. Kid leaves a day early and aggy doesn’t understand why… On the flip side, the whole family can’t brag enough on Jackson and how much they love him. I think he’s gonna be a beast, welcome to the 40 kid!136 points
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In 2015 my wife and I had a son that passed away shortly after. I was devastated but held on to my faith and was given plenty of strength for my family. Longhorn football has always been my #1 favorite hobby. It was during the malikmas that I discovered shaggy. Omg I needed it. The laughs I had the excitement of that class was the only amount of fun I had in months. Our team still stunk but the board was what I needed. When shaggy went down needless to say our team still sucked but I loved the board thank you @blacklab. Thank you @immamac for saving the community. Now that we've finally had a season worth cheering for I know I couldn't have enjoyed it more without surly. Playoff bound fuck Washington. TEXAS!134 points
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Fuck the sec. Every week is as big as Texas OU please mutha fucka. We’ve always belonged. Big programs are up and down - Bama - Tennessee - Florida - Georgia - LSU - all of them down at times - but got dayum, great programs don’t fucking fold. 5 sacks 2 INTs ewers 350 yards / 60%+ passing / no INT / 3 TDs ZERO sacks and ran the ball to run out the clock with SEVEN FUCKING MINUTES LEFT. who fucking quit? Bama. you mother fuckers don’t want Texas with legal pay for play. We are gonna fuck your shit up. it’s no wonder we said “nah” to the SEC for decades with dirty money. Now the playing field is even with NIL? bitches we coming to own your ass. kiss my tranny ass mother fuckers !120 points
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This thread could very well be about how, despite several buffoons on this board loudly complaining otherwise, this former walk-on safety has been the best player on the field for short stretches despite playing on one of the most talented Texas defenses in recent memory. Or for the Blake Gideon and Dylan Haines jokes. Frankly it’s unbelievable this thread title is said without irony or sarcasm. But I also wanted to highlight and memorialize Taaffe’s postgame remarks in response to that heinous game day sign, because the remarks demonstrate remarkable character and why he is an exemplary representative of this program. For the uninformed, some red ass “blue collar salt of the earth” ag inexplicably brought a sign to College Gameday making fun of deceased Texas walk on Jake Ehlinger, who tragically passed away in a fentanyl-related accident. Obviously this behavior doesn’t represent the entire Texas A&M fanbase. Most alumni would condemn this once understanding the context, and many already have (although I am sure everyone here has met exceptions and can debate in another thread). But unlike most game day signs and taunts, this one actually provokes a reaction. Austin is now a big city but it is still a small community in a lot of ways. The Ehlingers live and work here. If you’ve met this family and know what they have been through in the past, that gameday sign gets even more odious. So in the postgame press conference Michael Taaffe somehow trumps his cathartic performance on the field with remarks far better than anything I could have come up with: “I want to say I feel sorry for the person that posted that sign. I feel sorry for him because I don't know what he's going through, how much he's dealing with in life. To think that that was a good idea, to think that was OK, to think that was appropriate for anything, no matter what rivalry. I just wanted to make that clear." The national media and our fanbase will quickly move on from this win because at the end of the day we just beat a middling 8-4 SEC team. But I felt that Michael Taaffe’s maturity and passion deserves special recognition and it shouldn’t get buried in a game thread. Proud he’s a Longhorn.113 points
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Not my best work as I did it in a rush, but wanted to ride the momentum on this thread. schloss.mp4108 points
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So, sometimes you get smack talk in this post. Sometimes you get talk of beatings we are going to lay down. Sometimes you get hype. Occasionally, you get nerves and excitement. This time, something different. Going to talk a little about what college football means and getting older… Once upon a time, football was a way for me to be involved with other people and act like a normal person, growing up. It was how I related to my grandpa and dad and uncles and stuff like that. They wouldn’t want to talk about current events, or how the world works, or history or economics or faith or other stuff I was interested in growing up. But, we could always relate to each other over a football game. Later in life, it became a reason to go “home”, a reason to call or text my friends. I always had a much better pulse on my friend group from August to January- when we text each other during game week about what would happen or game watching, and throw in stuff about engagements, marriages, weddings, divorces, pregnancies, births, jobs, achievements and the like. Relationships that go into hibernation for much of the year become normal again during the football season. It could be a reason to travel, cut loose, drink, enjoy yourself and put aside responsibilities that turn you from a normal person back into the care free life that you put aside when responsibilities became more pressing. Now- as I get older, it’s a chance to show my kids the world, build memories that will last forever etc. I always say baseball with its day to day is like background music and a soundtrack to life in that year. Football, however, acts like a calendar that marks years and seasons and the passage of time for me. I love it and getting to take my baby and last child to her first game ever was and seeing the wonder and awe in her face throughout the trip was as good as anything I’ve ever done. That’s how you turn a glorified scrimmage against a shitty ULM team into one of the best gameday experiences of my life. This is the last time anyone will ever have to indulge my navel gazing asshattery in this space. Seeing our glorious leader @immamacat the tailgate with his 4 year throwing the football was cool as he’s doing that same kind of thing. On to next week against Mississippi State as the SEC kicks off. They are terrible and we should win convincingly. Then, it’s bye and OU in Dallas which is normal UT fare. I don’t believe we will have our first “welcome to the SEC” moment until we host Georgia. Klan aggy doesn’t interest me any more than corn aggy, or dust bowl aggy ever did. But it’s coming and it’s going to be awesome. MSU game week stuff happens here. Enjoy this ride fellas. here’s my daughters first game pregame:105 points
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OK so we’re good. At the Dena (old Sheraton) in Pasadena. The whole hotel is full of Altadenaeans and their animals. Shit is fucking crazy. We’ve got 2 cats and a dog in our room. Cats are out of their minds. Dog is tripping. But we’re all safe. I don’t think we’ll lose the house, but we might. The winds are going to be hurricane force in a couple of hours. Fire will explode. Houses in Altadena are burning. My nerves are fucking shot. All you smell miles downwind in Pasadena is smoke. This may end up being the worst fire event in SoCal history. Fuck. And the Bruins got smoked by Michigan at Pauley. When it rains it pours. Weird how surly can sometimes be my outlet. You fuckers were the first (besides my wife) that I told I had cancer. It’s like being on a couch.104 points
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you guys aren't going to believe this, but i may have misjudged the potential floor here.103 points
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If he had survived, I wonder if UnitedHealthcare would have denied his claim102 points
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Get a fucking spine and then download the Uber app for the woman and send her on her way. This thread should be deleted as it weakens us all.100 points
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When Dabo Swinney was named Clemson's full time head coach in December of 2008, he did the most Mack Brown thing possible that a Mack Brown Jr. type could do. He started calling around the HC coaching fraternity, asking to come visit and sit down with various HCs across the land. Many turned sweet, young Dabo down outright, as they were too busy with their own offseasons or bowl prep to care enough to help the hillbilly upstart and his staff. Still, one man did answer the call, and invited Dabo and his staff down to visit, right smack dab in the middle of Fiesta Bowl game prep - Mack Brown. They all spent 3 days in Austin, gladhanding and chumming it up. Swinney's spent some time this week with the local Clemson press talking about that event and how happy he is to be heading back to Austin. After all, he spoke before the SMU game of preparing to make a run to be the first 3-loss national title winning coach. He thinks he has Clemson peaking at the right time (nevermind South Carolina whipping them in the trenches less than a month ago) and they're ready. Running into Swinney's open armed optimism is a thin-skinned and panicked Longhorn netdom, who have spent the last week+ manufacturing ways in which they need to be worried about this upcoming, first-of-its-kind home playoff game against the underdog Tigers. Having watched a small and slow Clemson team play backyard bully in a truly abysmal ACC all year, I can do nothing but smirk and mock each of these plaintive whines on the boards, as I know Texas is about to stomp a mudhole in Clemson's ass. "But closetojumping, Dabo's a wizard and he's won the playoffs twice before! Sarkisian just eats his own boogers on the sidelines in postseason games!" While it's true that Swinney has won two national titles, those days are long in the rearview mirror. Clemson only made its way to these playoffs through the backdoor, by beating an AAC team with too much hype. This Clemson team has some future NFL players within its ranks. Mafah, if he hasn't taken too many bullets, seems like he'll be drafted. It's early, but TJ Moore and Bryant Wesco look like future stars. Antonio Williams, an older Clemson WR, is the current star and will get next level looks. Briningstool at TE is good but not great, yet he's going to the Senior Bowl and will be drafted. Defensively, Barrett Carter, Sammy Moore, TJ Carter, and Peter Woods will all likely play on Sundays. Peter Woods gets a lot of hype for a dude with like 21 tackles and 3 sacks in 7 or 8 games this year. Oh well. From there? Slim pickings. That's the difference between now and years past. Some of the players I named are true freshmen. One is a true sophomore. They're not loaded with upperclassmen ready to go high in the draft. They have upperclassmen good enough to go somewhere in the draft, and that's it. They have an average OL as usual, with a couple of OTs who could go in the mid-late rounds, but they're never been a power in that key personnel area and this year is no different. Meanwhile, Texas is loaded with draftable players and future NFL high round picks who cannot be drafted yet. While Sarkisian's bowl and playoff record, thus far, do not inspire confidence, this roster talent should. If anyone honestly believes that the slack-jawed yokel roaming Clemson's sidelines with his 1000 yard stare and openly breathing through his mouth is some sort of X's and O's threat, they've not watched much Clemson. "Now come on, CTJ, have you seen Texas' redzone offense and special teams play?" Setting aside the futility of the raging Arch vs Ewers debate, featuring masturbatory fantasies about Sarkisian casually dropping in a complete red zone playset for Manning in the postseason, I think there are reasons for promise and optimism for Texas in the RZ this game. While Texas has been mediocre scoring in the RZ due to, mostly, Bert Auburn gargling more balls than Mia Khalifa, Clemson's RZ defense has also mostly been dogshit this season, allowing points on more than 83% of their drives. This isn't Clemson from 2018 - their front seven is good but not great. They can be run on and they're not elite on pass defense either. Texas needs the offensive line to show up wearing men's jock straps underneath their uniforms and not in the pink panties they wore against the UGA front. Do that, have even Decent Quinn Ewers show up with them, and Texas gets to 20+ on the offensive side. What about the rest of it, STs included? Clemson actually has substantially worse STs than Texas in most facets. They've had a bunch of FGs missed and blocked. They do basically nothing in the return game and just lost their main return guy for the season against SMU. Their coverage teams are average to boot. All we need here on special teams is for Silas Bolden to not be a complete fucking lunatic and for someone to bring some positive karma in Auburn's direction by shaving his head and keeping him away from Scott Norwood and Ray Finkel. "I don't know, closetojumping. I don't like their running game or turnover margin advantage." The Clemson running game has been mentioned on this board and OTF as a source of concern. There's always going to be an affinity for Klubnik on the boards because of the Westlake alumni honk network. "Cade's over there being whiteboy awesome again! He's a dual threat, by gawd!" Right. Look, the Clemson running game is in trouble. It's not just that Texas is a truly elite defense, but their personnel is also a problem. Klubnik's nothing special and easily spied. Mafah is seriously banged up and can't handle 20+ carries without serious wear and tear - their own writers are talking about this. The back-up just tore his ACL. The only defense within range of what they're about to face was Georgia's or SCar's and both shut them down on the ground. As to TO concerns, part of why Clemson doesn't turn the ball over is due to the laughable schedule and competition they've played. In Clemson's 3 losses, Klubnik threw 1 TD and 2 picks. The turnover margin in those 3 games? 0. Clemson's feasting on TOs in their 9 wins against mostly overmatched competition. The Clemson offensive game plan is usually to protect Klubnik from himself and work the short passing game while attempting to pound both he and Mafah until the weaker opponent breaks down. Against better teams, the Clemson running game has been held in check and they've been forced to try to let Klubnik and the young WR corps, along with Briningstool, win the game. They're 2-3 in those contests, with wins against an overmatched SMU on the last play of the game and Pitt in the final minute of the game when Pitt failed to spy Klubnik adequately and let him go streaking. "Sure, CTJ, but we've never played these guys and their brand terrifies me in my feelings." Clemson has beaten 10 teams this season with a combined record of 54-66. That includes an 11-2 SMU team that played virtually no one and shit itself twice against decent competition. I already discussed the two teams they beat with a winning record - a wildly overrated 11-2 SMU and a team in a disastrous state of collapse at the time of play (and continuing now) in 7-5 Pitt. The rest of their competition has either been dogshit that they obliterated, like a 5-7 FCS Citadel, or teams that paired up with them well and kicked their ass, like Georgia and Louisville. If you watched Clemson at all this year, you know that they looked slow and small against SCar and Georgia. They looked great against Wake Forest and North Carolina State. How do you expect them to match up against Texas, on the road? I'm thinking mudhole, to the tune of Texas 27 - Clemson 10. I'm not real sure how Clemson climbs above 13, even if Bad Quinn Ewers and Evil Bert Auburn show up and try to give the damned thing away. Thoughts? Hook'em98 points
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I posted this on the FB board but will post it in a few threads here too: Some of us just sorted a whole bunch of NIL stuff for the 2024 cycle for Texas football on behalf of everyone else. Texas roster management is elite in CFB at this point. Everyone should sleep easy about transfers and people leaving. Other schools, almost all of them, cannot say what I just said. Praise be to Sarkisian, Billy Glasscock, Brandon Harris, Texas BMDs, CDC, the TOF and some random, ragtag rapscallions who had the audacity to say “fuck it, this is happening and we are doing this motherfucking thing and damn the consequences”, and Bobby Burton.96 points
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get ready for a website that is going to make your Saturday 1.7 billion times better https://cfbscoreboard.com decided to build this after looking all over the place for a guide laid out like this. One gambling site had one a while back but they stopped producing it after a few weeks and it was an image so not interactive. you can choose the date at the top, defaults to today when you load the page, move to Sep 14 to see tomorrow's slate. Want to see all the games going on that are within 7 points and in the fourth quarter? Choose 4Q from the what menu and 7 on the width menu and you'll see those games. the search will look for teams and mascots, so long or horn will show our game. Want to see what all the Texas teams are doing? Put tex in the search and you'll see when us, TxState, North Texas and Tech are playing and on what channel. As games start the page will update with scores. You can go back to previous days to see what it looks like. I get the data from ESPN's "hidden api's". Hopefully they don't go away but they do have some quirks with station names. The different views: TV chart view - works good on desktop, looks like a channel guide on your tv, still looks like ass on mobile, will make it look better on mobile this week Boxes - list of all games in boxes, not grouped, good for mobile Boxes by Time - boxes listed out and grouped by start time Boxes by Channel - boxes listed out and grouped by channel Stadium - view for when you are at the game and just want scores. Load the page before you get to the stadium. Click refresh and the scores are around 1k of data, should load super fast even on a shit connection Things I'm thinking of adding: betting lines. The data from espn has it for some games but not all auto refresh scores graphs of score and win probability I'll add some ads at some point. I was thinking of making a paid version for $20 for the season that would include the ability to: pick favorite teams and allow views on main page and stadium for that pick channels to ignore, like peacock if you don't have it include ability to get text updates of scores when at the stadium Is this something you'd pay for? Any and all feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy using it.95 points
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It's been 13+ years of watching Texas football step on rakes in every direction, repeatedly. I've seen less embarrassing public displays from drunk grown men attempting to footrace one another through a casino. Multiple presidential elections during that span have been less embarrassing. Jeffrey Toobin and Louis CK were thankful that Texas football was running interference for them at different points. Look, it's been a bad run. I get it. But this year isn't that. This board does not have to shit itself in panic every time an opponent with a winning record shows up on the schedule. Hell, it doesn't even take a winning record. There are multiple voluminous posters on this site that predicted Baylor, fucking rape-enabling Baylor!, who had just barely beaten some school called "Long Island University", to beat Texas. I checked and it's not even clear that Long Island U is an accredited university. That win lifted the Baylor record to a gaudy 1-2 before we pummeled them. Get a fucking grip. Texas is about win its 7th straight against Kansas State by stomping a deep mudhole in Kansas State's ass. They may have to blackout the final quarter on television in order to protect the psyches of women and small children. "But closetojumping, Kansas State is streaking right now! We're catching them at the wrong time!?!" Kansas State is indeed a rolling ball of butcher knives. They haven't given up a touchdown in 9 quarters! They've won 3 games in a row. Who does that! Who does that? Teams that play 3 shitty teams in a row, 2 at home, do that. Kansas State was losing to Texas Tech in Lubbock before Tech had to insert their 3rd string freshman QB who had never taken a snap in P5 football. Sadly for our good friends at Tech, that 3rd string freshman with no experience was named ... (checks notes) ... "Jake Strong" and not Arch Manning. Following the defeat of rising 3-5 juggernaut Texas Tech in Lubbock in comeback fashion, KSU has had the luxury of being home for the mighty 4-4 TCU Horned Frogs. TCU has beaten such football titans as Nicholls State, BYU, UH and SMU, 3 of them at home and the other at the formidable TDECU fortress in front of 12,000 slovenly UH fans. Last week, KSU ran roughshod over the mighty Houston Cougars at home to the tune of 41-0. That game followed two jihad games in a row for UH, both at home, where they played their guts out. Please spare us any concepts of the transitive property mattering at all here with a like opponent. No one needs to suffer that indignity. It's not applicable. The reality is that Kansas State plays ugly on the road. They've lost two games as favorites to Missouri and Okie State when KSU was perfectly healthy and experienced. Requiring teams to sojourn in the podunk hillbilly shithole of Manhattan, KS takes more than a little wind out of the sails for any team unfortunate enough to have to visit there. I drove by that area last summer on a road trip and felt depressed just being within physical range of that soul-sucking dump. Texas has homefield advantage in this game and that's not a difference that should be poo-pooed. Part of Chris Klieman's folksy midwestern charm is that he can dial-up the underdog story with his team when they're playing in front of the home crowd. The dynamic shifts dramatically when preaching to inferior talent and inferior intellects who are about charge out onto a field in front of better talent being urged on 100,000 fans that KSU players and coaches will, deep down in their tiny minds, know are simply better than them. "But CTJ, KSU returns their whole OL!! They have 2 QBs! One of them even had a a hit single called 'MMMBop' back in the day! We're in deep shit on defense!" Kansas State does indeed run an efficient offense and they have excellent experience across the offensive line. Cooper Beebe at LG might be an All American. Don't ever watch film of his performance and then consider that of our own Hayden Conner in comparison. It leads to dark thoughts and some pretty disturbing kidnapping fantasies. Anyway, the rest of the OL isn't covering itself in glory, particularly against better competition. They are indeed old though. The Texas pass rush should have an overall field day against these guys. KSU has faced nothing even similar to the Texas front 7. T'Vondre Sweat is going to pull a chokehold buttfuck on the right side of their OL along with Hill, Sorrell and the gang. KSU is going with a 2 QB system now, which is a smart move given that Will Howard can't stand success and will actively try to lose games against any opponent with a pulse. His performance against Okie State was eerily familiar for me and felt like watching a rerun. Weird. He's a decent runner, so you can't ignore his legs. Like many mediocre QBs, pressure leads to mistakes for Howard and he'll go through periods where he can be a turnover machine. Enter freshman phenom, Avery Hanson. After a middling career as the third wheel in a traveling brother folk band, he's turned towards a more promising role as the change of pace QB when Will Howard's averageness simply won't do. Hanson's dulcet lilting as he flies by defenders off the edge has what appears to be a paralyzing effect on the opponent. The defense must wear earplugs while he's out there and focus on playing sound assignment football. With more film now available on the guy, Kwiatkowski has hopefully done his job and put a gameplan together that accounts for dealing with both QBs and what they bring to the table. At the skill spots, KSU has a strong backfield with two TBs who are above average. Neither provides the kind of problems that the midget now playing for the Cowboys caused, but they're not holding the offense back. At WR, they have some dude named RJ Garcia at WR. I played with a wild ass vato named RJ Garcia in junior high, but there's no way he's just entered the college ranks at WR in 40's, is there? Anyway, their WR corps is a weak spot on offense. They're not going to simply streak by anyone on our defense if you ignore the fact that Michael Taaffe and Kitan Crawford will see meaningful snaps. KState does have a damned good TE in Ben "The Pussy Slayer" Sinnott. The Texas back 7 is going to have to prioritize this guy in route coverage, as he gets as much attention from the QBs as he does from cougars and sorority girls in the stands. "closetojumping, Kansas State is going to go 3 high with their safety look. Steve Sarklostagain simply fades into playcaller's block when opponents do that!" You fucking people and your nicknames. Christ. Look, Oklahoma State provided a simple blueprint for handling the 3 high look from KSU. Line up in trips, force a safety to declare, and then you're playing against a standard two deep. Steve Sarkisian is an offensive genius, right? Then we need that genius to fucking show up and be a genius. Or just be a copycat. It doesn't take a genius. In truth, Texas is a poor match-up for the KSU defense. KSU's defense is small. They lost their solid MLB for the season earlier in the year. They have a tub of goo at NT who weighs a metric ton and brings the energy and get-off of a 7/11 clerk working the graveyard shift. The secondary lacks playmakers and the edge rush severely misses alphabet soup guy from last season. I assume the offense will be able to run the ball effectively early and bully the smaller opponent down the field. This should enable Murphy to settle in and exhibit competence in the passing game and utilize multiple weapons. That should lead to pain and punishment for KSU as the game rolls into the 4th quarter. Hayden Conner needs to show up and act like he gives a shit. If he doesn't, bring in someone who will. It's past time to give someone else a look if this low-effort asscrack isn't going to get it done. Murphy needs to not throw off of his backfoot, like at all. If those two things happen, AD Mitchell mixes in a block or two, and Sarkisian can keep from turning into Corporal Upham during the middle of the game and make playcalls that make sense, the offense should roll. "CTJ, we always lose this kind of game. KSU is well-coached and their very polite, if intellectually bereft, fanbase travels well." Kansas State doesn't travel as well as BYU, I can tell you that. What in the fuck was that last week? Shit. I think they had 10k there, at least. It didn't do them much good, nonetheless. KSU is a bully this season. They'll play like it Saturday. Texas needs to come out and hit them in the mouth early and stay physical. What do I mean by "bully"? Well, everything. 1) They shit themselves on the road, as discussed. 2) They beat up on weak opponents and drive up their stats and scores accordingly. As frightening as "Southeast Missouri State" may sound, they're a weak FCS team. 4 Sacks and 588 yards of offense later and KSU showed them what tough guys they are. UCF is not ready for P5 football and hasn't won in the conference yet. KSU showed up with 4 sacks and over 500 yards in that matchup as well. 4 more sacks against Troy. 500+ yards against a hapless TCU defense that we've mocked all season. 3) Against stronger competition, KSU looks mediocre to average. They had 2 sacks combined in road losses to OSU and Mizzou. They were outgained in both games. They lost the turnover battle in both games. Hell, Troy isn't a "bad" team, with two losses to KSU and JMU, but they are just a Sun Belt team with Sun Belt talent. Troy's defense did a good job against KSU, actually. Unfortunately, Troy's offense is poo and gave KSU a short field all game and it was never really in doubt. That's what KSU does - they feast on weaknesses. They're not going to go good on good versus similar or advantaged talent and win most of those match-ups. Texas needs to win or neutralize the turnover battle and show up with high energy against a decent opponent. If Texas does that, they're ultimately going to overwhelm KSU and the mudhole will be thoroughly pounded. While I know this won't do much to assuage the handwringers, here's hoping some logic and an understanding that this Texas team is a return to prior periods of dominance, will help some of the rest of you people get your shit together. Texas rolls this weekend - 38-13. Hook'em95 points
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Thank you for the biggest portal transfer for us and making this team better than it was before. Yeah, I might’ve said you should be pulled for Arch but you balled out most of the time. Led us 2 years in a row to the final 4. Sorry Sark screwed you. And sometimes you would contribute. But I still appreciate you. Hate you had to go out like this. I am ready for the Arch era but thank you for all you did. We hate to love you and love to hate you. Hook em, Quinn. (If you wanna shit on him stay in the Quinn thread) You are the first and last qb I will ever sign a petition for lol93 points
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This is fucking AWESOME 🤘🏽🤘🏽 Snapinsta.app_video_436643054_1442122609757296_9198137723803112149_n.mp493 points
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Get a fucking grip. You guys were tampering early and often with Riley at the helm, and benefitting significantly from it. Now everyone is doing it and the price of poker has gone way up and all of the sudden, "boo hoo, people are cheatin' momma! i want it to go back to the way it was, when we was cheatin' and only a few others were too!!" The last few years of college football have been pretty awesome in terms of watching a bunch of dirty fucking cheaters whine publicly that their old school bullshit is now flaccid and it's not fair that a bunch of new meanies with bigger wallets have shown up and slapped purple mushroom stains on their foreheads in public. Fuck Clemson. Fuck Alabama. Fuck LSU. Fuck Ohio State. Fuck Florida State. Fuck Tennessee. Fuck Georgia. And Fuck OU. And thanks for scooting over, it's about time we got a seat at the table.92 points
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Part 3: Ethan Burke was a big part of the story of the game for a lot of reasons. But one thing that I noticed early on was that Bama had obviously schemed to attack him with the Zone Read. They ran various plays to put Burke in conflict. But I’m going to try and focus only on ZR. Here’s the first time they ran it against Burke: Burke gives a hard keep read. He’s almost all the way to the center when Milroe pulls the ball: Catalon tries to fill the alley but misses and Burke is fortunately able to get Milroe by the shoe to prevent him from ripping off another 5 or 10 yards. Gain of eleven. The second time they ran zone read was literally the next play: Burke attacks deep and Milroe hands the ball to McClellan. Frankly, I’m not sure he was in a position to make a play on either Milroe or McClellan that play. He chases the RB but his angle is too poor to run him down. Texas pulls Burke after that play for several plays. The next time Bama runs ZR, Sorrell is in at EDGE: Sorrell stays flat, doesn’t chase, and forces a GIVE read. Byron Murphy and Alfred Collins both shitwhip the Bama OL, Jaylon Ford fills the other gap, and the play is snuffed for a loss of 1. That play takes Bama off schedule, Watts breaks up 2nd down in the end zone, Milroe runs for his life on 3rd down, and Texas is able to force a field goal. Bama doesn’t go back to ZR the next drive or for the rest of the first half. The next time they run ZR, it’s 13:16 in the third quarter, and Burke is back at DE: This time, Burke slow-plays it, forcing the GIVE read. Catalon fills from the safety position and slows McClellan, who is then gang-tackled by errbody. Bama runs ZR again against Sorrell in the late 3rd. It doesn’t go great. Here’s the last time they run ZR and the play that stood out to me the most. 2:15 left in the 3rd. 2nd and 9. Bama finally gets the Burke matchup that it has been exploiting all night: Burke plays it perfectly (again). He doesn’t run upfield. He doesn’t crash on the snap. He stays wide, forces the GIVE read, and then attacks straight down the line of scrimmage. Sweat blows up his blocker to force McClellan back to the outside, and Burke is waiting there to make the tackle himself. Turns out, someone is coaching our defensive players on the sideline while the game is ongoing. Weird. For the past 14 years, I was under the impression that wasn’t allowed.92 points
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I don't post all that often, though don't mistake that for not enjoying this board's discourse, OUsucks/Texags point and laughs, and quality original content on a frequent basis. I haven't felt this sort of enthusiasm about the future of the country in over eight years. Same for my wife. We've been on a road trip the last two days and as such have gotten to digest this with each other seeing the news, subsequent endorsements, and then today's speech. Let me backtrack a few weeks... The despair really came to fruition the night of the debate. It wasn't THAT bad, it was the worst possible performance other than pissing yourself on stage. Watching it that night, my wife and I first shared feelings of shock. Again, it wasn't as bad as it had been rumored, it was somehow worse. We (and the entire country) knew that night that the only way Biden could win the election would be to get enough anti-Trump people to GOTV. However, that was going to be next to impossible given the level of enthusiasm with the campaign as soon as they walked off the stage that night. We realized that night that Trump had gone from likely longshot odds to win, to a position where even he probably couldn't screw up the next few months bad enough to lose. Those feelings were soon replaced by frustration and anger. Anger at the DNC for forcing Biden to run again and not spending his term as a true transitional leader and prepare the next generation to lead. Let's be 100% honest: There is nothing about "what the people want" less than forcing two basically octogenarians onto us for the choice to lead the free world for the next four years. Two candidates who wouldn't live long enough to see the effectiveness (or lack thereof) of their policies. Two candidates who should be retired, not running for the most stressful job in the world. Between Daycare and Health Insurance premiums, we are close to $30,000/year, and that's assuming everyone stays healthy. That's our floor. People on Medicare with a supplement pay usually no more than $5k/year, and that's their ceiling. So when the debate question about Childcare got skipped over completely with nary a word related to the topic at all from either candidate, further resignation and apathy about the ridiculousness of how parts of our country operate set in. As a Millennial, going through 9/11 in high school (Biology class when the news hit), graduating college into the Great Recession and competing against literal MBAs for entry level jobs, to finally COVID. How fortunate are we to live through three "once in a generation" events between the times most of us are between the ages of 20 and 40, in our prime earning years. We know that the "Dad was a milkman and supported a family of four in a 3/2 suburbia and vacationed every year" was a literal thing. We know how far behind we are, thanks to decades of policy decisions that just continued to cut the bottom rungs off of the ladder one at a time. In exchange for going through that, our choices for the next four years were these two guys... again... just four years older. In what world are Millennials and Gen Z supposed to think that the American Dream exists in any fashion whatsoever? While older generations expressed dismay at Gen Z not savings and spending for experiences now, us Millennials were like "Ya... we get it. We probably should have done more of that ourselves at your age." The "We're Not Going Back" line is great. We don't want to go back to the same old drawing board of "Thoughts & Prayers about your most recent shooting" and "It'll trickle down this time, we promise!". It hasn't worked, it isn't working, and it won't work. Is Kamala perfect? No. Will she deliver on half of her campaign promises? Doubtful, depends on the down ballot results mostly. Is she a breath of fresh air to anyone begging for a choice to vote for someone else? Abso-fucking-lutely. Somehow, Nikki Haley likely had it right when said "The first party to retire their 80-year old candidate will win this election." Even if she only delivers on 25% of her promises, that would be a substantial step forward, compared to the regression we'd see under Trump. I didn't expect this post to be this long. In a way, it was sort of cathartic to write out the generalized frustrations of the last several years. But oddly... that desire to write this out is because I'm finally, FINALLY optimistic about our future in a real way. In a way where there might be a chance that I won't have to worry about my son in school doing active shooter drills, where we might not benefit from Universal Child Care, but future generations will, because they should. Where if someone changes jobs they aren't risking financial ruin before their next set of benefits kicks in, because again, be honest... no one pays the ridiculous COBRA premiums unless they are already in a situation where it's needed. Stop trying to fix the old ladder. Just build a fucking new one.90 points
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5-0 bitches. First time since 2009. we’ve been using these posts to mock and ridicule the losers we are leaving behind and basically tell them how much they suck. We can’t give OU that treatment because they have grafted themselves onto us and moved in lockstep with us because that’s where their bread is buttered. We keep them around, I suppose, for the same reason every girl has a fat friend- to look better by comparison. They suck. They have always sucked. They always will suck. It is known. But this year- they are a fraud and a paper tiger. I can’t tell you how enjoyable it will be to sodomize them with a red hot fire poker (dipped and fried at the fair naturally) and watch their men and children cry and their women strike the surrender cobra pose, over and over, as the game gets worse and worse. We win by 3 scores. This is probably only the 4th best team we will play this regular season. Enjoy hate week for those of you who are simple and not good at life. I never take a day off from hating OU.89 points
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88 points
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Talk about bittersweet ... what a fun kid to have on the team, for a couple of years. Wish him the uber best.87 points
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Starsky & Hutch. Colt & Jordan Shipley. Crockett & Tubbs. Jake & Elwood. Bonnie & Clyde. Butch & Sundance. Beavis & Butthead. Sure, there have been more famous duos….but their time has come and gone. Brisket & MIA? Now is our time to shine. Today is the day that legends are made. Or, completely made up because we’re old men with some limitations. Let’s not quibble. We will apprise the world of our progress. We will watch a game. Lord willing, we will taunt loser Sooners with a corn dog after the game. It’s 192 miles to Fair Park, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a roll of Tums, it’s 5:00 a.m. (AND OU STILL SUCKS) and we’re wearing reading glasses.86 points
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86 points
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Watching Georgia melt down on the Dawgs247 board is absolutely delicious. The whining and bitching about money is so glorious that it's starting to give me a headache. These motherfuckers have been buying players since day 1 of Smart's arrival and now they're bitching about big bad Texas. Sorry about us deciding that we, too, have a payroll to meet and it's ... um ... a lot bigger than yours, you truly poor bastards.85 points
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Just had an interesting conversation with wife. Her: Hey Wednesday I need you to pick our son up Me: ok but be home by 4 because I am going to Chili’s for some internet friends. Her: You are meeting randoms from the internet at Chili’s Me: No, we are all going to different ones. You’re making this sound weird. Her :85 points
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IT now reporting Alfred Collins is expected back for his Sr season.85 points
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Finally confirmed. Now I can share this. 42 years ago my grandfather (along with two friends, a husband and wife) was executed by firing squad on the orders of a freshly appointed 21 year old city prosecutor, Ebrahim Raisi. My family is not Muslim, and my grandfather's death was ordered after he continued to refuse to convert to Islam. I was 5 years old at the time. Born/raised/living in Houston. All I remember was my dad getting the phone call and then him laying in bed for what felt like a week to me. Here is my grandfather's last will and testament, translated and slightly edited to take out family names. The Will and Testament of [redacted] In the name of God, the Almighty. My dear kind wife, my dear children, and my dear kind sons-in–law, and my dear grandchildren. Thanks be to God who has given me the strength to be steadfast in all calamities, and to remember God and all of you until my last breath. I do not have any grief, because I have walked in the path of God and truthfulness. I leave this mortal world with a happy heart. Do not grieve for my death. Trust in God. Do not cry or lament. Be happy and joyful. I am also happy that I have kind children who will not let their mother be sad. I am also satisfied and pleased with you all. To my kind wife. Mr. [redacted - my uncle] is my attorney and yours. I request him to take action as he finds it appropriate. Firstly, my house and its remaining furniture belongs to my dear wife. If they [the Authorities] return the shop, he will receive two thousand and five hundred tomans per month. I ask Mr.[redacted], kindly to manage the shop. I do not take anything with me, and I am hoping that there is no reason for the smallest of disputes. You should receive the amount of twenty thousand tomans from Mr. [redacted], who owes it to me, and register the document in his name. Finally, I have written about the rest of the matters in a separate letter. Please receive it [the money] and pay the amount of ten thousand rials as a gift to thank the revolutionary guard that will shoot me. Offer three bouquets of flowers to Mr. Sheikh Rahnama, Mr. Raisi, the prosecutor, and Mr. Hojatoleslam Haj Soltani, the Sharia Judge of the Islamic Court of Karaj, who have shown me love during this period, and pray for them. My children, [redacted - my dad and another uncle], should also send the Revolutionary Court of Karaj letters of appreciation from the United States of America. Finally, divide equally amongst yourselves whatever is left from the car, shop and other things. Take my body and bury it in Baba Salman. I say goodbye to one and all, to all my relatives, friends and family. 16 Ordibehesht 1360 [6 May 1981] [Signature] I never got to meet my grandfather. But I'm sure he would be proud of his children and grandchildren, who ended up living happy, full lives with nothing but love in their hearts.84 points
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