Obviously, I thought it was a great game and don't think y'all have too much to hang your head about. When Gus got y'all rolling in the 3rd, reflexively my butt started puckering up. Then I realized that Hooot wasn't here anymore and a monumental phuck up wasn't barreling down the tracks straight at us. However, I knew that until about 5 minutes to go in the game, y'all were still in the game.
To those of you that ventured to Fayetteville for the game, I hope, other than that, you had a wonderful experience and didn't encounter any of the classless bastards that we all have in our fan base. I wish you Godspeed in your travel home.
Woo Pig Sooie! War Damn Eagle!