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Sagarin predicts Florida to win by 38 if I remember my math from this morning. I'd like to think that we score ten points. That would make me happy, and would probably eclipse total offense through the first five games last year. Ergo, ipso facto, therefore: Fla: 48 UNT: 10 Mac: One big assed ring and a triple vodka tonic.

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If I stare intently enough at that background, will it turn into a 3-D dinosaur? Also, does OP need air conditioning? I see that his wife is hot.

I believe the bottling plant is coming to Denton in 2018 when they will rebrand the drink Raytorade.

I think their large athletic gift coordinator has been aggressively soliciting donations from Aaron Hernandez since he no longer needs the money.

Let's be honest. Did Mac offer anybody? At any position? Any scholarship? Why do you think we were down to FCS levels this summer?

Maybe they don't count this year, but I've always liked UAB: As for Texas, they get the love simply because they're Texas, but all I ever see is: Edit: My teenage daughter, currently a Fighting Farmer of Lewisville, who would have guaranteed admission to Texas if she wanted it, said, "Tell me how it's an improvement to go from being a farmer to being a cow?"

Since the gatorade bit's already taken, I go with Dan McCarney won them a national championship in football AND basketball IN THE SAME YEAR!

Oh boy. Here we go:

That game was the Lance Dunbar showcase game.

It seems like every time I look up his stats, his average carry is over ten yards or something ridiculous like that, yet the Cowboys so rarely use him. I'd think that somebody who averages more than ten yards per carry would be on my priority list. But no. Let's give it to Cole Beasley. He's from SMU, he's three feet tall, and he's got the mullet mustache combo in his favor.

Never forget:

I'm curious to see how Litrrell handles the team on the road cuz Mac sho nuf didn't give a shit about road games at all.

The main campus at Lewisville High School has been completely rebuilt since I moved here in 2010 -- except for the football stadium. This does not displease me one bit. On the other hand, looking at the these high school joints cost, good ole UN of T got one helluva deal on Apogee.

God speed fearless adventurer. God speed.

What short memories we have

Depends. How much concrete bleachers they got in Florida?

I heard he's on the fence.

Yeah, I had other plans, so I sold my tickets for tomorrow, then of course, those other plans fell through, so if I go at all, it's gonna be from the wing.

Well, I prefer the Ziggens, but, I guess.

One dollar, Bob.

I recall back in 2008, I was lamenting that I had chosen to attend the school with the worst football team in the worst conference in the country. I was envious of Idaho (Idaho!) and the WAC (The WAC! With Karl Benson, WAC!) Where are Idaho, the WAC, and Karl Benson today? It's pretty easy to cherry pick some school or the other that you feel should be performing less than UNT, but is having some modicum of success, even if only for a week. There are 127 other schools out there, and every week, 64 of them are going to win. Of those, some will be upsets, and some will even be by G5 teams. Seth Littrell isn't Todd Doge or Danny Mac by any means. I don't know much about Wren Baker, but I'm optimistic. I choose to see the horizon right now. Rather, I choose to see that the cityscape on the horizon is reachable. I've just got to keep the car in cruise control for a few more hours and ignore the run down gas station with its filthy restroom and the mysterious hole bored in the wall that happens to be on the side of the road right now. Bonus picture of Todd Doge:

While I've never used the Tinder, and I'm hardly the jetsetting playboy to whom young men aspire, I've lived enough life that I do periodically go in for ye olde timey battery of STD tests. Let me tell ya' something. Even with going extraordinary lengths to protect one's self, that phone call that informs you everything is still super groovy, carry on you filthy old man, you, is one of the most anxiety producing experiences ever.