I know this should be common knowledge, but after the last week, it bears reiterating, especially from someone who is, shall we say, a more-than-casual fan of American football.
No man -- player or coach or anything else -- is bigger than the game.
And the game (and any aspects thereof) is utterly irrelevant to the point of nonexistence against a person's life.
This should go without saying, And yet I feel oddly compelled to point it out. I enjoy a good throttling of an instate rival or a four-overtime knife fight as much as the next guy. But it's good to keep some perspective. It's just a damned game.
That said, if anyone wants to get me a Christmas present, bring me the skull of Norv Turner.
No man -- player or coach or anything else -- is bigger than the game.
And the game (and any aspects thereof) is utterly irrelevant to the point of nonexistence against a person's life.
This should go without saying, And yet I feel oddly compelled to point it out. I enjoy a good throttling of an instate rival or a four-overtime knife fight as much as the next guy. But it's good to keep some perspective. It's just a damned game.
That said, if anyone wants to get me a Christmas present, bring me the skull of Norv Turner.
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I was wondering how you were holding up; I was very proud of myself for not coming unglued -- that was just epic.
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I'm just sad that my A&M friend who was talking all shit earlier this season about referees screwing them out of wins when they announced their move to the SEC blocked me because she couldn't handle the truth of them all being whiny bitches. I would have enjoyed to see what she had to say after that.