/guy walks in in skinny jeans, maroon guyliner
/he has on a wool hat, but it's like 90 degrees out
/you can tell he's still like upset about something in his past.
/totally
/lights dim
/he begins to read off of the back of a crumpled Radiohead Tour flyer
"Fall (long pause)
We all drove to Ruston
We came for the Game
But what we would see there
Would bring us much shame
THE YEAR OF THE BULLDOG!
Some thought it would be
But 2008
Was awfully shat-ty
We came to their stadium
look it's terry bradshaw!
their fans welcomed us with boos
while they chewed on their straw
Wesley Carroll left
Boobie Dixon right
so....
is this what we're gonna do all night?
OH NOEZ JAMARS HURT?!?!
Oh crap La Tech scored
we can't cross the 50
our defense has been whored
we had more fans there
we were better, you'd assume
so why did we lose then?
CAUSE WE STILL HAD COACH CROOM"
/fin
/emo-ishly looks away like not even caring about everyone clapping
