My roommate and a friend of ours were both going nuts wondering why Miami
was running the ball late in the 4th quarter. They kept screaming for more
points, more passing, quit giving up and stop giving the game to Nebraska.
Sheesh. All I wanted to do was watch a football game. Not listen to idots
Oh, and neither of them know who Keith Jackson is. And they think he sucks.
I hate Ole Miss and you should too.
"you know your chick is to fat
when she sits on your face
and you can't hear the radio."