I walked Levy Trail South from late in the second quarter through most of halftime of Clemson literally beating the shit out of Wofford. I'm not making this up: bulldozers are currently trying to push shit out of the end zones.
I PLAN TO STAB...*
...the next person who says some sort of negative result "...is not an option." Of course it is. If, for instance, losing wasn't an option for a football team, then why would it bother to play? What possible satisfaction could victory provide? Likewise, don't enter a one-hundred mile foot race and tell me quitting isn't an option. I wonder how that would go over with the cougar as he claws your eye out just past Mile 37: "OK, can't quit. I see. How 'bout if I just eat your arms?"
..."Ninety days, same thing as cash."
*this might be a rewind, but I believe it should be repeated before every football season
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