I’m trying not too think too much about the Tard Heels.
Because the more I think about them, the angrier I get.
I don’t give a fūck that they’re injury depleted, that they suck this year, and all that.
They could be made up of 90 year old half-blind nuns in walkers and special-needs dwarves. I don’t care. I have zero sympathy. Take their soul from them. Split their melons open and eat their brains. Shove blue hot pokers in their ******. Disembowel them slowly.
It may not happen, we just need a win with no injuries, but I want these never-won-anything-in-football Tobacco Road nobodies to suffer every humiliation imaginable for their little antics over the last few meetings.
If it’s possible, I’d love a message sent to this basketball-only school that their proper place in the universe is under OUR heel.