BarrelORum
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Yes.. I went to the game.
Walking out of the stadium in the 3rd quarter was worse than walking out of the stadium against UGA in 2002 probably because I didn't have to rent an RV and drive 800 miles to witness the total destruction of the JAckets. I told my buddy that went with me this:
"I now know what the girls felt like when they had to walk out of our fraternity house after a night of binge drinking and sex with one of the brothers. Having to walk in front of the dining hall in front of the entire fraternity. The dreaded walk of shame."
I felt like I just got gang banged by 60,000 Hokie fans and left for dead.
I've sat on the fence with this coach a LONG time. Too long. I've supported him and criticized him but I have always given him my patience in allowing him the benefit of the doubt that he could take GT where we all want to be.
I have officially fallen off the fence. In my desperate retreat from the ass whipping that took place in the Virginia Mountains at a place called Lane Stadium (By far the loudest crowd I have ever witnessed (more due to stadium design than anything)but more on that later), I took refuge in the RV, battening down the hatches, closing all windows, pulling the blanket over my head as I watched the 4th quarter on TV like a child that had just witnessed a brutal car crash.
From said RV I slept through the night thankfully due to a handle of Jim Beam I tore through like a wet paper bag. I was passed out by 8pm. Awake at 5am this morning, my friend and I retreated in the black of night back to Georgia, avoiding any and all stops until we hit North Carolina.
I made my way to the newly fortified bunker of Chan Basher's in which I saw the tower watchman, toemeetsleather. He had been busy through the night adding a reinforced wall of 24" of concrete and rebar. Having had big construction experience, I sold him on the fact that I could by myself design and build a wall of steel so thick that never again will the bunker take a direct hit like it did during the Auburn game.
Toemeetsleather after a slight hesitation came down from his tower and opened the gate. I paused as I started down the tunnel into the war bunker. I paused, took a last deep breath of the morning air. 51-7. Never should have happened. Not with this team. Not with our school. This coach has too many embaressments, too many let downs. I didn't expect to win, but I did expect the Jackets to give a fight.
I proceeded down the tunnel, closing the gate behind me.
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Walking out of the stadium in the 3rd quarter was worse than walking out of the stadium against UGA in 2002 probably because I didn't have to rent an RV and drive 800 miles to witness the total destruction of the JAckets. I told my buddy that went with me this:
"I now know what the girls felt like when they had to walk out of our fraternity house after a night of binge drinking and sex with one of the brothers. Having to walk in front of the dining hall in front of the entire fraternity. The dreaded walk of shame."
I felt like I just got gang banged by 60,000 Hokie fans and left for dead.
I've sat on the fence with this coach a LONG time. Too long. I've supported him and criticized him but I have always given him my patience in allowing him the benefit of the doubt that he could take GT where we all want to be.
I have officially fallen off the fence. In my desperate retreat from the ass whipping that took place in the Virginia Mountains at a place called Lane Stadium (By far the loudest crowd I have ever witnessed (more due to stadium design than anything)but more on that later), I took refuge in the RV, battening down the hatches, closing all windows, pulling the blanket over my head as I watched the 4th quarter on TV like a child that had just witnessed a brutal car crash.
From said RV I slept through the night thankfully due to a handle of Jim Beam I tore through like a wet paper bag. I was passed out by 8pm. Awake at 5am this morning, my friend and I retreated in the black of night back to Georgia, avoiding any and all stops until we hit North Carolina.
I made my way to the newly fortified bunker of Chan Basher's in which I saw the tower watchman, toemeetsleather. He had been busy through the night adding a reinforced wall of 24" of concrete and rebar. Having had big construction experience, I sold him on the fact that I could by myself design and build a wall of steel so thick that never again will the bunker take a direct hit like it did during the Auburn game.
Toemeetsleather after a slight hesitation came down from his tower and opened the gate. I paused as I started down the tunnel into the war bunker. I paused, took a last deep breath of the morning air. 51-7. Never should have happened. Not with this team. Not with our school. This coach has too many embaressments, too many let downs. I didn't expect to win, but I did expect the Jackets to give a fight.
I proceeded down the tunnel, closing the gate behind me.
/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/angryfire.gif