The months that fall outside August and January are considered somewhat of hibernation for all college football junkies alike. It’s time of the year in which we are not on rabid chat boards for the majority of our salaried 40, we sleep in on Saturdays, we attempt random hobbies, we lose weight, we pay attention to our women, we rest… we are in a state of isolated depression. I dream that I could go to sleep after the BCS National Championship and wake up in the thick August heat on the 50 yard line of a packed Swamp sitting in a caddy back with a bucket full off ice cold pilsners with in grasp and muted buxom blond riding shotgun all while posting up front and center to my own customized live version of College Gameday… Corso is calling for a "Dream Game (but football)" National title match up while Herbstreet finally comes out of the closet with the rest of the Buckeyes nation. Life is perfection at this point… but the dream takes a viscous turn and Coach Lou bust out from behind the set in a speech impedimented thundershower and the “10” riding shotgun turns into Poncho…. He starts humping my leg, says “Ay Ya Ya” three times and then passes out and I awake from my paradise lost in the middle of a drizzly February morn on the West Coast with a gay roommate trying to spoon with me on the couch. Dreams are cruel and August can’t get here fast enough.
Only 196 days until College Football starts!
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2 years ago
poncho is like my fifth cousin. we used to go watch every wrestling paper view over at his housein the late ninties and early 2000s.
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