My Tribute To The Miami Hurricanes

Not a banner day for the weepy senior.

HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! AHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!!!

Sorry, couldn't resist. I do feel bad for Willis Mcgahee as he seems like a decent guy with a good work ethic... and if you saw the tendon-snapping hit he took in the championship game, well you know that he must have been in tremendous pain. Oh lord... they must have showed that footage in slow motion a billion times. Hold on. I have to try and force that horrible image from my head.

Ugh. Still there.

Anyway, I can't help but think about two years ago. My girlfriend and I were watching the Gators lose to Tennessee at Florida Field and we were depressed and shocked, as were most of the people around us. Who happens to come up the steps? Two country jackasses wearing Miami jerseys, shouting and laughing that our season was done and how we stunk. Why the crowd didn't rush them and rip them to pieces I'll never know. I know that some people shouted back at them the typical (but relevant) "Hey, did you even GO to Miami?" The answer was obviously "no". The only post-secondary education most Miami fans receive is through the "Bonkerz Comedy Traffic School". They are usually the same guys who put racing stripes and neon on their Chevette. So, I'd like to dedicate this blog to them. Ha ha ha. I hope you were so upset about the loss that you were late to your job at Jiffy Lube, ass faces.

Here's an example of why I don't like most Miami fans. They planned a victory party in South Florida before the game! Put up flier and everything! Their one mistake was not keeping the fliers off Ohio State's bulletin board to fire them up! Click here.

(My apologies to Jean, who works in our office and at this point is the only positive thing to come out of Miami University that I've personally ever witnessed. But then again, she actually ATTENDED Miami, which most of their fans have managed to avoid.)