And I God Damn hate ou. This weekend, I do not care about our coaching situation. I do not care about our woeful defense. I do not care about 11am start times. I like cold Shiner and Fletcher's corn dogs at 9am. I feel a frothing, bubbling hatred coming on for pretend stagecoaches and bands that know one song. This hatred extends to visors, tornadoes, mobile homes (disclosure--NB and Mrs. NB lived in one during the "salad years"), Barry Switzer, the Boz, and other steroid infused a-holes, and Toby Keith (he seems like an ok guy, but you know.) Our players should feel this same bitterness and seething fury and unleash it in a focused attack on the unwashed from the north. My name is NB_LONGHORN, and I God Damn hate ou.
WORD. Frankly, beating Notre Dame and OU make it a great season for me. I have no problem admitting I am petty.