I don’t know ‘bout y'all but I don’t have a real problem
watchin’ a Bobby Petrino coached team get their asses handed to’em. In last night’s loss to Climpson I got a bonus watchin' The Bobster tryin’ to chew out that Wooden Indian disguised as a side
judge (here’s a link if you didn’t get to see it https://www.sbnation.com/college-football/2017/9/16/16317032/clemson-louisville-bobby-petrino-absolutely-furious).
This official’s face NEVER changed
expressions even though Coach’s face was turnin’ redder'en a pickled beet
while he was 4-letter wordin’ that guy’s ears off!
Mt Rushmore Stand-In Candidate |
I’m officially
nominatin’ this ref as a candidate fer one of the Mount Rushmore temporary
stand-ins. We'll need him and three other people whose expressions never,
ever change to temporarily stand in front of the blank spaces between
the time when we erase the mugs of those racist, bigoted, homophobic,
xenophobic, Islamaphobic, etc-phobic losers up there now and when we whittle the faces of some deservin’ folks in their places who, up til now, have been overlooked
and discriminated against because of sumpin’ we have or haven’t thought of yet. But, as usual, I digress.
Bobby and Jessica (is she 15 yet?) |
BTW - Nothin’ against Lamar and Louisville, I just seem ta
have a burr under my saddle fer Bobby. It’s really hard to believe any school
would hire this guy knowin’ how he ran out on the Falcons durin’ the season
(seemed like it was at night too) and 'bout that little motorcycle mishap he
had down in Fayetteville…oh yeah, while totin’ his girlfriend around on the backseat… and oh yeah, tried to cover it all up with some lame-ass story he made up while standin’ in front of the press wearin’ a neck brace and some road rash on his face!!
All I gotta say is the dude can obviously out-coach any
university’s distaste for his moral deficiencies. I reckon’ as long as yer puttin' up enough wins to keep the booster money flowin’ in the right direction the
pinheads that run these joints don’t really give a shit if you’re Mother
Teresa, Charles Manson, or Bobby Petrino!
Guess that's Bobby's sign for "need 2 babes, Harry"! |
Can you imagine his recruitin’ pitch to the parents of Harry
High School? I’m thinkin’ it’d go sumpin’ like… “Yeah, we’d love to have
Harry come play fer the Falcons… uh, I mean the Cardinals, sorry. Anyway, after practices I can show Harry the Kentucky
countryside. He and I can tool around on some of the motorcycles I own. All Harry'll need to do is
pick us up a coupla drop-dead, hottie co-eds that know how to keep their traps shut about
hangin’ out with Harry and the HBC “ (that’s Head Ball Coach for those
of you who need me to field dress it for ya). “But hey, if these bimbettes fergit the deal and start chinwaggin' to the press or university, or post some nasty,
unfounded rumors on social media… well, needless to say, I got some real life
experiences dealin’ with those kinda lyin’ bee-atch-es and already have us a plan to
make’em wish they’d never tried screwin’ over Coach Bobby and yer boy!”
Laughing all the way to the bank |