it's just shy of 48 hours to kick-off, and want to share a story about something that happened last night. my high-school english teacher (pbuh) would probably say might contain a foreshadowing clue...
i live in the burbs. my neighbors are just slightly more than an arm's length away on each side of my house. there aren't many undomesticated animals roaming around, usually, except for the occasional band of warthogs from hell that come stomping through, all decked out in penn state regalia. so, imagine my surprise when i spotted a skunk wolvering around our back yard last night.
as if receiving a sign from on high, i put on my tOSU cap and decided to tempt the fates. i snuck outside to go see if i could have a little fun with lil' lllll(l)oyd and kicked into one of my favorite Louis Elbel hymns:
hail, to those m*ther-f*ckers
hail, to those big c*cks*ckers,
hail, hail! to meat-chicken
[somethin somethin somethin] the cesspool of the north...
wouldn't you know it, but lil' lllll(l)oyd scrambled away without so much as a pump fake. i smelled him, about 20 minutes later, though. he was probably trying to hitch a ride with somebody going down on/to orlando.
inspired by the incident, when i went back inside i had an epiphanic moment and divined that the final score of saturday's game would be 28-3. i further learned that BHart (not MHart) would score a TD and Robo would catch a pair in the endzone (one on the "M" and the other on the "G"). the fourth score wasn't clear because i couldn't see very clearly if it's going be #7 from the 7 yard line or it's going to be #17 from the 17 yard line.
as if i needed anything more to help me get pumped up for sturday, i got that goin' for me, which is nice...
:gobucks3::gobucks4:
