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C-BOG Commentary: No Quit In Them

​Let’s start with the obvious: we didn’t lose to the Cal Golden Commie Pinkos because of a missed extra point. We lost because we lost both starting safeties, one to injury and one to dumbassery, the 10 points we gave up while my wife left to pee just before halftime, the first two offensive turnovers of the year, a few inopportune Daje drops and two rushing first downs by a quarterback who is slower than Donald Trump’s arm bimbo.
Football

C-BOG Commentary: Vindicaton and Anger

The flurry of emotions I felt Saturday night washed over me like rape allegations coming at Bill Cosby on Twitter. The first ones were self-effacingly sort of expected, then they kept coming and coming and coming until I thought they would never stop and I could no longer deal with their volume, frequency or level of intensity. Joy. Elation. Nervousness. Excitement. Hope. Frustration. Vindication. Sweet, sweet vindication.
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C-BOG Commentary: The Hobgoblin and Small Minds

Last Saturday’s white-knuckle win over Iowa State sent me searching for a specific quote. At first, I was trying to remember what Copernicus said about a team whose mascot is the Cyclones, but whose sideline has a guy walking around in a big, red bird costume, but I came up with less than a Ferguson, Missouri grand jury. Then, I recalled something better by a famous American musician.