Oh, the Emerald Nuts Bowl. Doesn’t seem worth USC, now does it?
I mean, remember when we used to play for roses, the sexiest flowers in existence? Or oranges, the tastiest and most prestigious of citrus fruits that are also good for you?
Now we’re not even hawking Planters, for Chrissakes. We’re hawking second rate ass nuts. Like the nuts that have been sitting out for months getting stained with cigarette ash at some dank barber shop doing $2 haircuts.
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December 26th, 2009 at 6:16 pm Mountain Time
Oh, the Emerald Nuts Bowl. Doesn’t seem worth USC, now does it?
I mean, remember when we used to play for roses, the sexiest flowers in existence? Or oranges, the tastiest and most prestigious of citrus fruits that are also good for you?
Now we’re not even hawking Planters, for Chrissakes. We’re hawking second rate ass nuts. Like the nuts that have been sitting out for months getting stained with cigarette ash at some dank barber shop doing $2 haircuts.
I am so very sad…
December 26th, 2009 at 9:15 pm Mountain Time
THE Eagles dude, when you are cheering for USC do the right cheer, not the caveman one from Notre Dame!
December 26th, 2009 at 9:16 pm Mountain Time
Casey, could be worse, could be the Paul Hackett era when you’d be lucky to playing in a bowl at all.