Who throws a shoe? Honestly.
All of you can tell I am wound a little tight right now and there are many reasons for that. I live in SC, my woman lives in WV, and Lauren (my right hand) has carpel tunnel. Also, we have fans that hate and cannot congratulate. It’s frustrating to deal with.
The list is not that long but there is some venom…
Now that my mom has cleaned up the Halloween decorations from my room, I figured I should clean out some thoughts and anger that have cluttered my mind. If you think Halloween movies are scary, just read on about the thoughts that randomly come into my head during the day.
I will be wearing the above boat shoes on Saturday. If you are hit with one of them, I’m sorry, I have really bad aim. I have a feeling I will want to throw them at fans more than the football team or coaches. While I am upset with our football teams performance, I am just as pissed at our fan’s reaction to everything.
Nonsense and stupidity to follow…
This past weekend I made the long boring journey from the low country of SC to the hills of Morgantown. While I was not able to watch a ton of the other college football action this weekend, I do have some insightful observations that will surely rattle a few cages.
Alright, By-Godders, I have been building to a boil over the last few weeks and I’m going to let off some steam and throw some shoes. I should really start to write stuff down because I get mad and then forget what I’m mad about. Oh well, here goes nothing…