Tomorrow

100% true story:

One night in Summer of 1991, Steve Emtman and I had drunkenly wandered away from the Dutchess, I don't remember what we'd left for, but we found ourselves in an alleyway and were trying to get back to the bar. This alley was lined with yard fences and we couldn't find a place to cut through. So Steve goes over to this section of wooden fence, reaches out his enormous wingspan and lifts the entire fucking section of wooden slat fence out of the earth, throws it to the side and we wander back in to join the girls.
 
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I've been so oddly calm all week. I was stressed before and during the Pac12 Championship and maybe more against TX because I truly believed the winner of that game would be the next National Champion. Watching this made me emotional because it finally hit me with 1 more win, 32 years of frustration knowing what was done to Don James and the Washington football program can be rectified. A long, tortured chapter of my life can be closed for good.
 
There was nothing like Seattle in the early 90s. You knew that because all of your friends from around the country wanted to show up and crash on your couch while they learned to jerk lattes and went to shows. UW football had been great for so long then - you'd never guess that we were about to drive off the fucking cliff. Neuheisel was a pulse and I wish he could have stuck around. Petersen... he tells his own story well enough, but in Leach's words.... he lost what it takes to swing his sword wide. It's weird about tomorrow... so much on the line. I'm worried about our injuries. If DJ, Westover et al were healthy, I'd be cocky as fuck. Truth is I know it hangs on the viability of those guys. Is there a Rhino cum powerful enough to make DJ himself again? I hope so. Fucking want this.
 
Sloppy writing in the Michigan version. More cliches. Just like their fucking fanboys in the media.
 
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