GTSaxophone
Jolly Good Fellow
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Yea verily, the time has yet again come for us to delve into the pits of hell, and do battle with the denizens who reside within. We have dubbed this annual struggle as "Clean, Old Fashioned Hate", but everyone knows that there is nothing clean about a bulldog. The wicked lot from the east have cast down ridicule upon us for their recent success. They have the audacity to hold our upcoming meeting as a foregone conclusion of victory. They disregard the great intellect and steely determination of one Paul Johnson. They consider our triple option/wishbone/flexbone/nerdbone/WTFbone to be antiquated, untested against a worthy opponent.
They ignore our triumphs over the savage indian tribe of Tallahassee, and the storm winds of Miami. Instead, they point to our transgressions against the running bulldogs from somewhere deep in the heart of the Carolinas. They do not pay any mind to the state of our wounded field general in that game. Logic does not deter their banter.
Heaven forbid we mention how they were believed to be the greatest warriors in all the land, only to be exposed by Elephants and Gators as no more than imposters. Nay, they hang their hats on feats of leaping men of lesser talent. They trumpet success over a band of Tigers that is reeling from recent defections. They still believe that they had to travel the most difficult road of all, and that their kingdom is the toughest in the land. They believe that our kingdom is full of weaklings because all of its warriors have fought valiantly against one another.
However, tomorrow, all of that becomes irrelevant. After tomorrow, there can be no excuses. There is no running from battle. Tomorrow, we meet those savages head on, and we shall triumph over them in their own castle. We will raise a flag of victory and wave it proudly while the denizens of hell look upon us in deep hatred and spite. And while their toothless mouths cry out in such, our minstrels will trumpet forth the two greatest songs the world has ever heard again, again, and again. And it shall be known that from this day forward, our yearly meetings will be at the whim of Paul Johnson, and the mighty Yellow Jackets of Georgia Tech. Children ten and twenty years from now will be able to look back on this day as a turning point, and proudly proclaim:
IT'S TIME TO WALK INTO SANFORD STADIUM TOMORROW WITH SOME MOTHERF***ING SWAGGER!!! WHO'S WITH ME?!?!
WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They ignore our triumphs over the savage indian tribe of Tallahassee, and the storm winds of Miami. Instead, they point to our transgressions against the running bulldogs from somewhere deep in the heart of the Carolinas. They do not pay any mind to the state of our wounded field general in that game. Logic does not deter their banter.
Heaven forbid we mention how they were believed to be the greatest warriors in all the land, only to be exposed by Elephants and Gators as no more than imposters. Nay, they hang their hats on feats of leaping men of lesser talent. They trumpet success over a band of Tigers that is reeling from recent defections. They still believe that they had to travel the most difficult road of all, and that their kingdom is the toughest in the land. They believe that our kingdom is full of weaklings because all of its warriors have fought valiantly against one another.
However, tomorrow, all of that becomes irrelevant. After tomorrow, there can be no excuses. There is no running from battle. Tomorrow, we meet those savages head on, and we shall triumph over them in their own castle. We will raise a flag of victory and wave it proudly while the denizens of hell look upon us in deep hatred and spite. And while their toothless mouths cry out in such, our minstrels will trumpet forth the two greatest songs the world has ever heard again, again, and again. And it shall be known that from this day forward, our yearly meetings will be at the whim of Paul Johnson, and the mighty Yellow Jackets of Georgia Tech. Children ten and twenty years from now will be able to look back on this day as a turning point, and proudly proclaim:
TO HELL WITH georgia!!!!!!!!!
IT'S TIME TO WALK INTO SANFORD STADIUM TOMORROW WITH SOME MOTHERF***ING SWAGGER!!! WHO'S WITH ME?!?!
WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just teared up a little
