As I type, my illustrious Gamecocks are 5-3. Which puts them at 500 over the entire life of the program. Well, actually if you go back to the first game which was long before it was actually called football, we would still be 1 game under .500.
Let's see that was almost a thousand years ago. We had a quarteback named Harold and we were playing these kids from accross the channel. Their quarterback was some young tough named William. As South Carolina had not been founded yet, much less a University of chicken fighters dedicated to the prospect of mediocrity in field generalship, we went by the name of the Saxons. William and his crew were known as the Normans- and they were french. How ghey is that? The big bad Saxons lose to a bunch frenchie Norman people.
We were fresh off of a victory over some Vikings, where of course, we had been underdogs. So feeling full of ourselves we took to the field against these Normans. Who the devil is this Norman guy anyway and why would an entire team name themselves after him??? I think they were at sea too long crossing the english channel and Norman was the guy who spent the most time in the barrel. Or Maybe William was Norman's bitch. Either way, they beat the crap out of us, killed our quarteback and set us back almost 900 years before we could put a team together again. Now look what kind of team we got.
However, they did set a precedent. Everytime we put together a victory, or even a string of victories, where we beat some one we weren't supposed beat, you can bet your bottom dollar we will get a swelled head and lose to some french fry fag team who will beat us senseless and kill our quarteback.
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Geaux William, you magnificant bastard. That was a tough one Saturday.
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