Although his last name doesn't offer as many wity puns as Sir Alex Brink, Marshall Lobbestael showed me what I needed to from behind center. Will he get a start against Charlie Conway, Adam Banks, and the rest of the Mighty Ducks. I think we'll have to pull some Little Giants action to get a win this weekend. Does Wulff know the Annexation of Puerto Rico? Here's wishing a happy homecoming to all the Cougar alumni headed back to Pullman.
I can't muster much more about Cougar football these days. The blind optomism from my season preview died when Cal decided to fuck us with our pants on. I think Cal was Billy Bob Thorton and we were Miss Halle Berry. That's enough movie references for this post... I'll try a music one, perhaps the Tenacious D(ucks) will fuck us gently this weekend.
Also right now I'm listening to:
Pogues - Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash (especially Rainy Night in Soho)
Bruce Springsteen - Born To Run
Mirah - Joyride: Remixes (Thanks Aaron from work)
Mad Men makes me have a poop fit when I watch it. Don Draper does whatever the hell he wants and you don't say shit to him... he'll lie right to your dumb face then screw your wife.
