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Well, Liney got hammered for risking that comparison as he should have. The rest is history ...... and all the rose colored glasses guys, wanting to be immune from reasonable criticisms (maybe some of it wasn't but hey) of that happy horse shit are somewhere else on the WWW along with him predicting an undefeated 2017 season for M.
Mission to CFB's National Championship accomplished. But the shine on the NC Trophy is embarrassingly wearing off. It's M B-Ball ..... or hockey or volley ball or name your college sport favorite time ...... until next year.
In defense of liney, or whomever, being a fan and sunshine pumping happens sometimes. I have done it. I was a big fan of Dennis Franchione. I bought into his words and actions. He, uh, well, didn't live up to my expectations.
"The problem with quotes on the Internet is that it is sometimes hard to verify their authenticity." -Abraham Lincoln
The Molopo River roughly transects the southern border of the Kalahari Desert. The river is essentially a long, thin oasis which stretches 600 miles across the iconic orange sands of the region. The Kalahari is beautiful, but non-forgiving and harsh.
As I make my way toward the river, still about eight clicks away, my eyes begin to play tricks on my sun-scorched mind. I am certain that I see something move ahead, but as I get closer I find nothing but the bleached bones of an unlucky kudu. As I pass the carcass, I get the feeling I'm being watched. I look back at the bones and immediately surmise that seeing the kudu's skull, its "face", is the genesis of my uneasiness. A desert is solitary confinement without need of walls and the psychosis of such isolation -with walls or without- is well known.
Still looking at the kudu, I say out loud, "I have got to get water soon or I will end up with my bones bleaching in the sun, too." I pause for a few seconds too long, like I was expecting an answer, before my mind snaps back to reality and I continue my march.
"The problem with quotes on the Internet is that it is sometimes hard to verify their authenticity." -Abraham Lincoln
With a name like Mrs. Talent you know it's worth making some compromises. If her name were Mrs. No-Talent (or Mrs. Wiz) you know the reward isn't going to be worth it.
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