Monday, October 20, 2014

Virginia Tech Hate Week

I hate Virginia Tech so much.

I’ve gone on and one and on about the things I despise about them:

Their awful uniforms.

Their coach who looks like he has another coach growing off his neck.

Their alcoholic defensive coordinator who OWNS us.

The stupid ass turkey bugle call they play a million times during every game.

Coming in to the stadium to Enter Sandman…actually that’s pretty cool.

The fact that they win one big game every year and I am jealous of that fact.

Blacksburg, Virginia.

“Beamer- Ball”.

The Vick brothers.

But you know what I really hate?

I hate that we are, at least in some way, responsible for it.

Virginia Tech used to be known as VPI and they were AWFUL.

They hired Frank Beamer who got them to play respectable football with his mix of good defense, ball control offense and dynamic special teams. But, again, they were respectable…nothing more, nothing less.

Then Miami got hit with sanctions in the Mid-90s. Virginia Tech started beating us during this period, which I guess we can call the “Second Dark Age” of Miami football. They beat us a lot. 5 straight times from 1995-1999.

That legitimized their program. It empowered them in the talent-laden “Tidewater” region of Virginia, allowing them to go in and get an athlete named Michael Vick, whom they previously would have had no shot at.

Since 1995, they have been a major pain in the ass. In fact, even in 2001 and 2002, when Miami possessed maybe the greatest compilation of talent in the history of college football, the Canes only won their 2 games against the Hokies by a total of 13 points.

Since 2003, VT has won 8 of 10 in the series. They OWN the Canes, particularly in Blacksburg, which is Miami’s little house of horrors.

Last year, when Miami played them at home in “special” gray uniforms (/throws up), they were 7-1. 

A win against VT would have essentially wrapped up a birth in the ACC Title Game for the Canes.

VT came in with a tight end playing quarterback who had CLEARLY regressed from his junior year, when Miami had beat VT handily. It was the worst Hokies team in several years.

So what happened? Miami got blown out 42-24. AT HOME, IN PRIMETIME.

Of course they did.

Ugh.
It was a comedy of errors, maybe none more poignant then a play in the 3rd quarter (I think it was the 3rd quarter, that feels about right) when VT had 3rd and forever and Miami somehow managed to miss 4 tackles on a dump off screen pass and give up a touchdown.

But hey, Al Golden wears a tie and we have special uniforms so it’s all good.

Anyway, right now the ACC Coastal is in full meltdown mode. Everyone is losing to everyone else.
Virginia Tech looked really good in beating Ohio State on the road at the beginning of the season.
Since then, they have lost to East Carolina, Georgia Tech (who has lost 2 straight) and Pittsburgh (who has lost to Iowa, Akron and Virginia).

So yeah, Virginia Tech blows. Their quarterback, Michael Brewer, plays the game like he is constantly concussed. Their best receiver is a true freshman. Their best linebacker is Gregg Wiliams’ son (so he will be dirty and concuss a few of our guys). There is ANOTHER Fuller brother at corner, this one maybe the best of the whole Cot Damn bunch.

What does all of this mean?

We are going to go to their place, in primetime, with no other games on, and probably lose to this crapass team.

Because in order to have hope, you have to think that this Miami team will buck the trend under Golden, which means you have to be beholden to something other than cold hard science, which means you must think there is a Football God of some sort, which is CLEARLY not the case based on that FSU team continuing to win.

There is no Football God. There is no hope. There are only trends and numbers. And those state that once again, Miami is about to get stomach punched by a team with a much lower talent level.
Just keep in mind that, while it happens, we have ourselves to blame for it.


Monday, October 6, 2014

Cincy Hate Week

This was supposed to be Cincinatti hate week.

Instead, this is all I can muster:

Cincinnati is a slightly-below-mediocre football team coached by a once-almost-great mind, Tommy Tuberville, that the game may have passed by.

They are playing without their record setting quarterback and are coming off a thrashing at the hands of Memphis. Wait, that can’t be right. Memphis?

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Yep, they got blown out by Memphis.

Cincinnati is, and I may be wrong here, from the  Italian for “Crack Den”. This is a city with a major identity crisis…they have all the Midwestern provincialism combined with all the Southern racism. Border states, y’all.

Also, it is impossible to spell Cincinnati.

And while we are here, super F Skyline chili. Looks like cholera, tastes like cholera, is served on spaghetti. Mmmmmmmm.

Annnnnnd that’s all I got.

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Know what I really want to write about?

I hate watching our games these days.

I hate that our coaching staff can’t figure out how to stop a team from running the same god damned 3 plays for the entire game.

I hate that we take one step forward, 8 steps back.

I hate that we are trying our ass off to become 1980s Penn State because that’s when our coaching staff was getting mad drunk at frat parties and playing slightly above average football and jammin’ out to Motley C rue on the Shore.

Let me tell you something about 1980s Penn State. They played in a shit conference and got real lucky one time and stole a national championship from a team that paper-cutted itself to death. Other than that it was a bunch of slow, mediocre white dudes running around spouting the gospel of Joe Paterno, who in hindsight was just another sleaze ball head football coach who also dabbled in covering up child molestation within his program so that he could get just one more 10-2 record under his belt.

I honestly never thought I would see it come to this. We play cared football, and our coaching staff refuses to change, and meanwhile we fans are stupid enough to let it effect our lives.
We have literally become hostages on this train ride in to nothing.

And let’s be clear, the fans are the ones who lose the most here.

The fans don’t have a choice in anything. We can fly banners or not purchase tickets or whatever, but ultimately we don’t have a choice at all. We have no say at all, even though we care more than anyone.

So we sit here and continue to support this team, accepting whatever shit they choose to shovel down our throats, listening to shitty press conferences that insult our intelligence, hoping that next week will be the week that this team finally clicks.

Newsflash: it isn’t happening.

We will continue to suck on defense because our leadership has installed a culture in which making a mistake is only ok if it is within a certain structure, because making the mistake within the structure allows the coaches to scapegoat the player.

We will continue to waste the talents of Duke Johnson, who is on pace to break the school’s all time yardage record in roughly 2.5 seasons, which is the kind of crazy that you never even think is possible.

We will eventually fire Al Golden, and because our administration was stupid enough to give him a massive extension, we will have no choice when they cry poor and hire another unproven coach because that is all they can afford after paying a $10 million buyout.

Our administration talks a lot about wanting to win and yet has done nothing to support it. We talk about competing with FSU and UiF yet refuse to go up to the level which is necessary to actually do it.

And it is us, the fans, who suffer. I feel bad for the players, but right now I feel worse for myself, and my girlfriend, and my dad, and my friends Frank and Trent and Steve and everyone else who watches this team every weekend. We put so much of ourselves in to this freakin’ team, planning our weekends around watching the games, planning our bathroom breaks around the play of the team, wasting money one ever-increasing amounts of beer in order to cope with the performances we are watching, and get nothing back.

I am defeated. I will continue to hate other teams, and love ours, and write about it because I enjoy the exercise every week. But after 10 years of mediocrity, this past Saturday night has broken me. 

The specific moment was early in the 4th quarter. Down one score, we had them in 3rd and 16. A triple option team was going to be forced to pass, and everyone knew it. There was even a TV timeout before the play. EVERYONE knew what was coming. And what happened? 

Exactly what you think. Their Pop Warner quarterback floated a shitty pass to a 5'7" running back 17 yards down the field, and we had a slow linebacker covering him, and of course that didn't work, and they got the first down, and eventually scored, and we all knew it was over.

The worst part? I expected every ounce of it.

I have become a cynic about college football.


Thanks, Al.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Georgia Tech Hate Week

I hate Georgia Tech.

I went pretty hard on them last year, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone.

Honestly I am pretty much out of ammo without repeating last year’s, so I am leaning pretty heavily on my buddy Trent (Atlanta native) and my brother Billy (Atlanta transplant) for material.

First, to recap, I hate this jabroni: 

That guy is the worst. F him.

He represents one of the two main groups of Georgia Tech students.

The socially awkward (and not in a funny way like the dudes on The Big Bang Theory who actually show up to work everyday in $300,000 import sports cars and cut me off when I am just trying to cross the street on the lot to go get my shitty overpriced salad from the cafeteria) and celibate, mostly because there are no girls at this school.*

*More on that in a minute

And then there are the WORST southern frat dogs you can imagine. Affluent, white southerners that think they party as hard as an SEC frat would (they don’t) and try their ass off to prove it at every juncture (it doesn’t work). However, they think they are better than SEC kids because they go to a “good school”…which is true, except they are all in the business school, which is the same exact meaningless joke as the undergraduate business school at any other university except for, like, Harvard and Stanford.

They wear bowties to football games, because #FRAT. They host the WORST kind of theme parties at their fraternity mansions, which is hard to do because pretty much any theme party is awful.
 They drink craft beer because they want you to think they are a cut above (they aren’t).

Back to the girls. There are roughly 5,000 of them at the entire damn university. They average a 4.5 in the looks department, and that is only because there are a handful of 7s and 8s bringing up the average. I don’t know why they go there, but to their credit, they look like 11s and 12s when on that campus.

Also, I went to The Varsity in August. The Varsity sucks. Boom. Suck failure, nerds.

Moving to their football program, they have been the redheaded step child to UGA for 20+ years in their own state. They have an on campus stadium that looks like it belongs in Dresden, and their program’s symbol is an effing Model T Ford.

And speaking of World War-Era shit, their coach is Paul Johnson, who still runs the Triple Option. In terms of looks, Paul Johnson makes Bo Pelini look like Bradly Cooper.

This dude is the head coach of one of the 2 major universities in one of the 5 best states for football talent in the country, and he runs an offense that went out of vogue 30+ years ago.

Literally any decent team that has more than a week to prepare for this offense shuts it down. Shit, Georgia Southern almost beat them a couple weeks ago.

Now, I’d like to say this should be a blowout, because they run a stupid offense and don’t have any athletes that can run with us (because no smart Georgian wants to play for Paul Johnson if they can help it). But then again, this team beat Virginia Tech, who has a much better defense than Miami. And everytime you think you have them out of the game, one of their o-lineman destroys the ACL of your team’s best d-lineman with a cut block (which should be illegal, by the way) and they open a big hole and score a touchdown.

Paul Johnson is such a dick that his entire blocking philosophy is “dive at their knees!”

I imagine this game will be pretty close, and could realistically go either way. If the Miami defense from last week shows up, we could turn it into a blowout. Everyone has to trust each other though. Defensive backs have to stay at home and not cheat up, linebackers have to make tackles on first contact, etc.

Otherwise, who knows? The way this defense played against Nebraska, Tech could actually run it up on us. Which would be a sad day, and maybe the final nail in Golden’s coffin.


Monday, September 22, 2014

Duke Hate Week

The last 2 weeks we have witnessed a completely different team.

It took a few seasons to get here. The system had to take hold. Pillars had to be firmly implanted before the could be built upon.

Last season the team showed flashes, including a win over a big in-state rival. Sure, it didn’t end the way we wanted, but still, progress was there.

This season, the team has continued to trend upward. There was the loss to a big conference opponent early, but hey, we played them tough. The last two weekends, the offense has looked great, and the QB seems to really be coming in to his own.

Yes, life sure is great as an East Carolina fan.
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East Carolina is a middling state school in Greenville, North Carolina. Their head coach is Ruffin Mcneil, a LONG time assistant coach who got his shot at a head job when his boss at Texas Tech, Mike Leach, got fired and the then-coach of his alma mater, Skip Holtz, son of satan, left to coach USF.

Really, that is what ECU is. A school so mediocre that it a stepping stone to a job like USF.
And yet the last two weeks East Carolina has taken it to, in succession, Virginia Tech (fresh off a road victory against Urban Meyer’s Buckeyes) and North Carolina (by the score of 70-41).

Here is why I bring this up: more than I could hate 1,000 Duke football teams combined, I FUCKING HATE that right now, East Carolina has a better football program than Miami.

Could Miami, in any scenario, beat UNC and VT in back to back weeks?

Maybe, but I hate to think of the Pyrrhic cost that would entail.

We have reached a stage where NOTHING good can happen without some sort of opportunity cost.
Defense looks decent against Louisville? Doesn’t matter, because the offense is going to look like the JV squad playing the varsity.

Offense finally looks good against a good team? Doesn’t matter, because the defense is going to revert back to last year’s form!

By the way, Nebraska ran the ball on 37 of their last 40 plays…and Miami was still playing 2 deep safeties. Good call guys, the scheme TOTALLY works. Don’t change a thing.

It’s gotten to the point where it is even happening in recruiting. We can’t get a kid to commit without another kid deciding he would rather go elsewhere.

It is all enough to make you want to stop giving a shit. But then there is East Carolina. A mediocre program, with a mediocre coach, with mostly mediocre players, and yet they have figured it out. They add to the frustration, but also lend hope.

Could East Carolina beat Alabama? Probably not. But there is not a shred of doubt in my mind that they would beat us, and they would give Saban’s Boys a hell of a better game than we could.
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On to Duke.

Look I hate that place for all the same reasons you do.

The cheerleaders are BY FAR the ugliest in the ACC.

The campus is beautiful but SO BORING.

The students are either Jersey douche bags who couldn’t get in to Harvard OR engineering / math geeks who will all make more money than me.

The basketball team is great and obnoxious and omnipresent and arrogant and beautiful and ugly and pretty much everything you have ever read about them is true – good, bad or indifferent.

They play up the “Harvard of the South, Stanford of the East” card which is true but also IT’S NOT LIKE THEY HAVE A TON OF COMPETITION. Seriously, who else is there? Vanderbilt? Emory? Morehouse? See how quick that list thins out?

Their football team plays in a glorified high school stadium, and they talk about “doing it the right way”, which is one of those phrases that should always trigger a red flag in your brain.

(A couple of years ago, people were praising Roger Goodell, Adrian Peterson and Ray Rice for “doing it the right way”.)

Duke is a basketball school which happens to have a pretty decent football program.

Last year’s run to the Peach Bowl was pretty objectively cool, if you can take away the “I hate everything about Duke” glasses for a second.

David Cutcliffe is an amazing coach and always has been, with a great mind for the game, even if he does look like Franklin the Turtle. 

Duke is going to put a lot of points on this defense. That's a fact. 

Brad Kaaya, if this playcalling stays as good as it has been the past 8 quarters, is actually going to be the guy that keeps us in the game. 4 games in, and he already has "the look". If there it anything that I am going to take away as a positive from these first 4 games, it is that Kaaya appears to be every inch of what we thought he was as a recruit. 

I hate that Duke has a great coach.

I hate that we don’t.

I hate that I don’t expect to beat teams like Duke anymore.


And I hate that even though we are only 4 games into the season, there is NOTHING that makes me think this season isn’t over already.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Nebraska Hate Week

Boy oh boy do I hate me some Nebraska.

Since this is an historic rivalry more than anything else, let’s start this by looking at the history.
As we all know, Miami won their first national championship following the 1983 season, beating Nebraska in the Orange Bowl in a massive upset. Kenny Calhoun knocked away a 2 point conversion attempt that would have put Nebraska ahead with less than a minute to play.

Had Nebraska merely kicked the extra point, they would have finished undefeated and still been awarded the title. So for years people have been gargling the Tom Osborne juice, celebrating the “courage” that it took to go for 2 in that situation.

I get it, it was ballsy. Hard to hate the guy for that decision alone. What I really hate, however, is the way it is talked about and the overall attitude it reflects.

First of all, courage is volunteering to serve in the military while the country is at war. Courage is running in to a burning building while others are running out. Tom Osborne deciding he wanted to go for a win instead of a tie so he could nail another pelt to his mahogany walls while wearing some, admittedly, *killer* red chinos? Well, I wouldn’t necessarily put that on the same level. So spare me the deifying, Nebraska fans.

Nice pants.
Second of all, Nebraska fans think that they are God’s effing gift to football. They brag about how they have sold out 3 million consecutive home games, and how on Game Day the stadium becomes the 2nd largest city in the state, and how they support their team through thick and thin.

Newsflash: Nebraska is the WORST. And I don’t mean the university. I mean the state. It is literally a giant farm and Warren Buffett. That’s it. And I get the rustic beauty and the true *America-ness* of it all. I love the God damned Chevy and Budweiser ads during the Super Bowl just as much as the next guy. But as someone who has lived in his fair share of small towns, I can personally tell you there is NOTHING to do there. Nebraska is like the Green Bay Packers of college football. OF COURSE THEY SELL OUT EVERY WEEK. There is nothing else to do. I know that this seems obvious and on the nose but I am not sure I am doing an adequate job of conveying the depression and desperation that comes with living in these places. You get to a point where you will look for literally ANYTHING to do to be around people and feel some sort of meaning in your life. Nebraska selling out every football game is like a drug dealer going to an NA meeting and bragging about clearing out his entire inventory.

Really, Nebraska’s fanbase is a bunch of lonely red-staters (coincidentally?)  wearing freakin’ plastic corn cobs on their heads unironically. It would be pathetic if I didn’t feel kind of bad for them.

Third of all, back to Tom Osborne. They paint this dude as Vince Lombardi if he exhausted Clive Owen’s entire supply of liquid cocaine from The Knick.  They elected this dude to the U.S. Congress when he retired; I guess they thought he was they sort of guy who could coach up this country.

After leaving Congress, he was their  Athletic Director until 2012, and is still pretty much Nebraska’s version of the Turkish or Pakistani army; the silent hand, the menacing hook sitting just off stage, ready to yank back the current coach/stooge on stage at any moment, installing martial law in his stead for a transition period before the next figurehead gets propped up.

The worst.
Osborne was part of a generation of coaches…your Joe Paternos, your Lou Holtzes, your Bary Switzers, your Gene Stallingses, your Jackie Sherrills…who yammered on and on about being leaders of men (Osborne even wrote a book about it) and developing these kids into real adults and looking down at Jimmy Johnson and Miami, who did it a different way and had no interest in pretending otherwise.

Look, Osborne’s teams might have been paler in complexion and worn suits and ties in their team photos, but they were WORSE than anyone else in the country, and the same could be argued for any of those other dudes.

To wit: in 1995, Tom Osborne assembled arguably the greatest college team of all time. They killed everyone. Tommie Frazier, Lawrence Phillips, the famed “Blackshirts” defense at its peak…they were amazing. Here are some of the guys that were on that roster:

·         Lawrence Phillips, the Heisman hopeful running back, who dragged his girlfriend down the stairs by her hair. This would NOT be the first of Lawrence’s legal issues.
·         Christian Peter, leader of the defense, had 8 convictions in 7 years (a remarkable efficiency rate) with the law during this time at school, most notably SEXUAL ASSAULT and grabbing a woman by the throat. Sidenote: AFTER all this Peter ended up getting drafted anyway and 3 different teams gave him a shot. Moral: talent is all that matters. Time is a flat circle.
·         Riley Washington, running back , stood trial for second degree MURDER during the season
·         Tyrone Williams, cornerback, stood trial for felony weapons charges

Osborne didn't discipline Peter. He didn't discipline Phillips. He said it was too important for them to have team structure in their lives...never mind the raping and woman abusing.

So yeah, Osborne TOTALLY wasn’t just the same old rich white guy asshole as every other coach in college football. He TOTALLY did things the right way. Real leader of men, developer of character, all in all good guy. Build this man a statue…he did it the RIGHT WAY. So effing courageous!!!

Tom Osborne is essentially Bud Kilmer.

Miami has beaten Nebraska for the national title three different times, including in 2001. Since then, both teams have been on a long downward spiral into mediocrity after collectively running the sport for the better part of 3 decades. Who knew?

Nebraska currently has mongoloid Bo Pelini running the show. Greg Schiano, the biggest meathead coach to ever meathead coach, likes the cut of Bo Pelini’s jib. Bo Pelini and Bret Bielema are destined to co-head coach a Division 3 program together some day. They will singlehandedly make the University of Wisconsin – Stout a powerhouse, playing real “hard nosed, smash mouth, grown man” football.

This dude would love nothing more than to make his star running back do 100 up-downs as punishment for having the balls to suffer a concussion. When Mike Leach locked Craig James’ kid in the closet, Pelini couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. And, knowing Pelini’s brain capacity, he still doesn’t understand why The Pirate was fired for it. The only thing missing is a widespread outbreak of Staph Infection in the Nebraska locker room.

There are really 2 names to know for Nebraska: Ameer Abdullah and Randy Gregory.

Abdullah is the Big 10’s Duke Johnson. Explosive guy, can do it all, and really only needs a small hole to go the distance (that’s what she said?). He hasn’t been as great through 3 games as we all thought, but that is really more a function of his offensive line than anything else. Sounds familiar.
Gregory is a nightmare of a defensive end that will probably break someone in half. He missed a couple of games hurt but should be good to go for our game. Which is great, because our offensive line has been MISERABLE.

The game plan is to make their running quarterback stay in the pocket and beat us with his arm. The run defense needs to limit Abdullah. And the offense has to stay out of 3rd and long, because that is when Nebraska will pin its ears back and attack our right flank, which is made of balsa wood.

This game is essentially Louisville all over again. We will learn something about the mental makeup of this squad on Saturday night. Will the coaching staff handcuff the offense again? Will the defense play 4 solid quarters? Will Pelini and Golden sumo at midfield?

Time will tell. In the meantime, get your hate on.


Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Arkansas State Hate Week

Know what I hate most about Arkansas State? The feeling of impending doom.

This is the “little brother” school in the state of freakin’ Arkansas, is on its 5th coach in as many seasons, and has a “Red Wolf” for a mascot. Whatever the F that is.

Their greatest hope every year is to win the Go Daddy Papa John’s Humanitarian.com Bowl…and yet they have a very reasonable hope of beating us in our own place this weekend.

Arkansas is the West Virginia of the Southeast. Sure, it is pretty and you can find decent people there, but mostly it is a bunch of methed out Bible thumpers with this weird college football superiority complex based in…pretty much nothing.

The University of Arkansas has a fan base that makes our chinstrap beard-wearing, ear pierced, Pitbull worshipping hordes look intelligent and sane…so I guess by default I don’t hate Arkansas State that much, because WOW look what they could be.  Dodged a bullet on that one.
I honestly am kind of out of shit to talk about here.

Their campus is in Jonesboro. Far as I can tell the most interesting thing about Jonesboro is the 1931 Church War, when the National Guard was called in to stop a battle between the followers of Joe Jeffers and a pastor named Dow H. Heard. I know nothing about this other than what I just read on Wikipedia…but any dude named Dow probably deserved to lose that war. On the other hand Joe Jeffers makes me think of Warren Jeffs, so maybe HE deserved to lose that war.

What the shit am I even talking about at this point?

Arkansas State’s most famous alumni include Cleo Lemon and Fred Barnett (as a Dolphins fan I say F both these guys) and Mike Beebe, the current Governor of Arkansas. This guy seems like he is actually a pretty decent Governor who steered Arkansas pretty well clear of the financial crisis, arguably even more so than Rick Perry did in Texas despite far less notoriety.

I literally Googled “Mike Beebe Scandal” and one of the results pages said “No controversys (sic) have been entered for this representative”. I gave up right after that. Maybe this dude loves hookers and blow. I hope he does. But I guess I will probably never know.

This is easily the most boring Hate Week I have ever done. If I can’t even come up with something mean to say about a sitting Southern governor, maybe it is time for me to stop.

Arkansas State has a running quarterback and a quick hitter offense that masks their greatest weakness, their young offensive line.

On defense they return 11 starters, so that whole thing where we blow at converting 3rd downs (3-23 through 2 games)…yeah that’s not changing. Get ready for the excuse making.

Arkansas State just played Tennessee over the weekend. Tennessee won 31-17 but it wasn’t pretty. I honestly think we could be in a bigger world of shit, because at least one side of the ball at Tennessee knows what it is doing (the offense). More than I can say for us.


I hate this game.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

FAMU Hate Week

This week we take the Hate Show back to Miami, where the ‘Canes face off with the Florida A&M Rattlers.

Honestly, it is hard to muster up a lot of emotion about this one. Most of my hatred is of the “self-loathing” variety this week, as the reality of spending another fall rooting on college football’s equivalent of the Italian Navy settles in.

However, I’m gonna give it a go. I am going to put my fingers in the best possible position to win so that if they mess up, at least they mess up while playing aggressively. In that way, I am very much unlike Al Golden, James Coley and Mark D’Onofrio.

FAMU, or as I like to call it “Florida State’s Best Recruiting Tool”, is located in Tallahassee. They are known for having a decent FCS squad, although not one that will ever challenge the North Dakota States and Appalachian States of the world, and an amazing band, The Marching 100.

Well, they were known for having an amazing band, but now they are known for having a band that literally hazes people to death. To. Death.

Don’t believe me? Didn’t click the hyperlink? Google it.

This band is Greg Schiano’s spirit animal.

There’s your everyday” high school cafeteria” hazing. There’s your “frat house, repressed homosexuality” style hazing. There’s your Richie Incognito “I’m a 300 pound sociopath who uses the N word a lot and wants to go full American Pyscho on your younger sister” hazing. And then there is” beating someone to death on the team bus” hazing.  

To be fair, this incident occurred back in 2011 and the current members of The 100 probably have nothing to do with it. So I don’t mean to condemn any of them when I say this, but F this school and F this band straight to hell. F them with a crab leg…they can go across town to FSU’s campus to find one.

(SOTS: Taking unsolicited cheap shots at FSU since 2008)

On the field, I know literally nothing about this team. When I typed in “FAMU 2014 roster” in to Google their basketball team actually was the first result, which is crazy, because I didn’t even fully realize they had a basketball team.

As far as I can tell, they didn’t even do me the courtesy of having a former Hurricane that transferred into their program. At least when I do this shit for Bethune Cookman I have a familiar face or two to look forward to!

What I really hate is that I fully expect that we will sleep walk through this game.

All of the bullshit Golden is talking about this week, how we need to attack downfield more, how we need to play more freshmen, how we need to get Duke the ball in space…it all sounds great.

However, I don’t expect it to happen in this game. I really don’t. I expect us to just run the ball against an obviously smaller, weaker, slower, worse team and win something like 38-14.

And even if we do, it doesn’t matter, because this team blows. We have them on the schedule merely to serve as sacrificial lambs.

Perhaps the thing that I hate the most is that I know full well what this is, but am still looking forward to it. 

You will see me going full meathead and yelling at spittle-inducing levels at the TV in the 4th quarter, because after losing 5 of the last 7, and all in blowout fashion, I have become a bully.

I have issues in my own life and need to take it out on someone weaker than me in order to make myself feel better. Might as well sign me up for The Marching 100.