SoonerPr8r
12/2/2010, 01:12 PM
Better or worse than Jenni?
http://www.star-telegram.com/2010/12/01/2673121/hey-coach-stoops-win-one-for-the.html
An open letter to Oklahoma coach Bob Stoops and all of his Sooner players...
Welcome back to Texas, boys. And congrats on kind of, sort of winning The Big 12 South again. Got to love using a screwed-up joke of a system as a way to break deadlocks, or everybody except Texas and Texas A&M do, anyway.
No whine intended.
I actually need a favor from y'all. Beat Nebraska. Actually do not just beat them; beat them handily, because the thought of the Cornhuskers winning the championship of the conference they tried to destroy makes me throw up a little in my mouth. And the thought of Cornhuskers coach Bo Pelini winning anything ramps a little up to a lot.
So earn this BcS-ranking-provided berth. And beat Nebraska.
The eyes of Texas are with you.
Hook 'em. Sic 'em. Gig 'em. Get your guns up for 'em.
However, whatever, just beat them. Send Nebraska to the Big Ten, or whatever name E. Gordon Gee decides to slap upon that league, with a big fat reminder that their Big 12 legacy was never all that impressive and they will barely be missed at all.
Remind Nebraska why it was never the bellwether team of this conference and why it will not be in the Big Ten. Show the Huskers what Wisconsin and Ohio State and possibly Michigan (if Jim Harbaugh replaces that slimy little RichRod) will do to them.
Leave no doubt, no room for whine that officials were really to blame, like the usually classy Tom Osborne and Pelini, in typical histrionic fashion, claimed after The Big 12 Championship a year ago. And then again in College Station a couple of weeks ago.
Apparently, Nebraska only loses when officials do them wrong, which is giggle-worthy because I seem to remember a certain illegal kicked ball helping them beat Mizzou, and nobody at Nebraska handed that "W" back.
But we are talking about Nebraska, where they do things "the right way," or so I am told by the 14 folks in Omaha with Internet who love to send e-mails that rarely clear the S-T naughty-word filter about how classy they are.
Admittedly, I will miss wacky Cornhusker Nation and those 14 TV sets when they are gone. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was as touchy as they were about their football, except maybe BYU. And the Children of the Corn love to e-mail, about how Dan Beebe always favored Texas, how the South got all the love and how the league singlehandedly killed their long rivalry with OU.
They are kind of right, as you already know, Bob.
Beebe did favor Texas. And the South did get most of the love. Still does. The fine folks at the Cotton Bowl chose A&M ahead of a Mizzou team with more Ws and a W at College Station this season. Total screw job, of course, and I wish nothing but fail on them. Them being The Cotton, not the Aggies.
Full disclosure, Bob: As you probably already noticed, my love and money went to Mizzou.
What you may want to whisper to Bo and Dr. Tom is "Welcome to big-time college athletics." Money determines almost everything. And winning determines who has more money and, thereby, who gets more. All Nebraska had to do was win the way it had before it was exposed by the South, and Beebe would have loved it, too.
Of course, I would never say any of this to Bo Pelini's face. Both he and his brother scare me. I prefer to watch Bo's crazy rantings on YouTube with the safety of distance that provides. And I like you, Bob, so be careful when gigging him.
He unleashes expletives like an episode of The Wire.
Just keep Sooner types away from his brother and defensive coordinator Carl Pelini afterward, if y'all win. We do not want to see any Sooners hurt.
So once again, congrats on being here. It is not easy kind of, sort of winning the South. No whine intended, really. Because we are all with you. We are all Sooners this week.
Sooners or traitors?
It was an easy choice even for those of us like myself who have PTSD from hearing Boomer Sooner so often during my days at Mizzou, or those of us who bleed Burnt Orange, or blame y'all for Barry Switzer's Cowboys time or just plain do not like anything that comes from Oklahoma. We need you on this.
The last thing anybody outside Lincoln wants this weekend is to see Pelini dressed like a high school gym coach, chewing his gum, carrying his laminated play sheet, strutting around JerryWorld believing he showed us as he walks off to the numerically incorrect Big Ten.
And do not get too touchy, Cornhuskers; nobody calls Colorado traitors because nobody even noticed it was leaving.
Not to downplay, Bob, but how hard can this be, really?
Texas beat them. In Lincoln. With Greg Davis as OC. And probably Mack Brown's worst team ever.
Iowa State had them beat but blew it.
The Aggies beat them. In College Station. OK, so they did that to y'all, too, but you get the point.
Now the onus is on you, Bob, to do what is right and good and holy. And to save Beebe from the most awkward trophy hand-off since Switzer and Jerry Jones fought for the Lombardi.
So for one day, Boomer Sooner.
Jen Engel
Missouri, Class of back when we stunk
Jennifer Floyd Engel
817-390-7697
http://www.star-telegram.com/2010/12/01/2673121/hey-coach-stoops-win-one-for-the.html
An open letter to Oklahoma coach Bob Stoops and all of his Sooner players...
Welcome back to Texas, boys. And congrats on kind of, sort of winning The Big 12 South again. Got to love using a screwed-up joke of a system as a way to break deadlocks, or everybody except Texas and Texas A&M do, anyway.
No whine intended.
I actually need a favor from y'all. Beat Nebraska. Actually do not just beat them; beat them handily, because the thought of the Cornhuskers winning the championship of the conference they tried to destroy makes me throw up a little in my mouth. And the thought of Cornhuskers coach Bo Pelini winning anything ramps a little up to a lot.
So earn this BcS-ranking-provided berth. And beat Nebraska.
The eyes of Texas are with you.
Hook 'em. Sic 'em. Gig 'em. Get your guns up for 'em.
However, whatever, just beat them. Send Nebraska to the Big Ten, or whatever name E. Gordon Gee decides to slap upon that league, with a big fat reminder that their Big 12 legacy was never all that impressive and they will barely be missed at all.
Remind Nebraska why it was never the bellwether team of this conference and why it will not be in the Big Ten. Show the Huskers what Wisconsin and Ohio State and possibly Michigan (if Jim Harbaugh replaces that slimy little RichRod) will do to them.
Leave no doubt, no room for whine that officials were really to blame, like the usually classy Tom Osborne and Pelini, in typical histrionic fashion, claimed after The Big 12 Championship a year ago. And then again in College Station a couple of weeks ago.
Apparently, Nebraska only loses when officials do them wrong, which is giggle-worthy because I seem to remember a certain illegal kicked ball helping them beat Mizzou, and nobody at Nebraska handed that "W" back.
But we are talking about Nebraska, where they do things "the right way," or so I am told by the 14 folks in Omaha with Internet who love to send e-mails that rarely clear the S-T naughty-word filter about how classy they are.
Admittedly, I will miss wacky Cornhusker Nation and those 14 TV sets when they are gone. Nobody, and I mean nobody, was as touchy as they were about their football, except maybe BYU. And the Children of the Corn love to e-mail, about how Dan Beebe always favored Texas, how the South got all the love and how the league singlehandedly killed their long rivalry with OU.
They are kind of right, as you already know, Bob.
Beebe did favor Texas. And the South did get most of the love. Still does. The fine folks at the Cotton Bowl chose A&M ahead of a Mizzou team with more Ws and a W at College Station this season. Total screw job, of course, and I wish nothing but fail on them. Them being The Cotton, not the Aggies.
Full disclosure, Bob: As you probably already noticed, my love and money went to Mizzou.
What you may want to whisper to Bo and Dr. Tom is "Welcome to big-time college athletics." Money determines almost everything. And winning determines who has more money and, thereby, who gets more. All Nebraska had to do was win the way it had before it was exposed by the South, and Beebe would have loved it, too.
Of course, I would never say any of this to Bo Pelini's face. Both he and his brother scare me. I prefer to watch Bo's crazy rantings on YouTube with the safety of distance that provides. And I like you, Bob, so be careful when gigging him.
He unleashes expletives like an episode of The Wire.
Just keep Sooner types away from his brother and defensive coordinator Carl Pelini afterward, if y'all win. We do not want to see any Sooners hurt.
So once again, congrats on being here. It is not easy kind of, sort of winning the South. No whine intended, really. Because we are all with you. We are all Sooners this week.
Sooners or traitors?
It was an easy choice even for those of us like myself who have PTSD from hearing Boomer Sooner so often during my days at Mizzou, or those of us who bleed Burnt Orange, or blame y'all for Barry Switzer's Cowboys time or just plain do not like anything that comes from Oklahoma. We need you on this.
The last thing anybody outside Lincoln wants this weekend is to see Pelini dressed like a high school gym coach, chewing his gum, carrying his laminated play sheet, strutting around JerryWorld believing he showed us as he walks off to the numerically incorrect Big Ten.
And do not get too touchy, Cornhuskers; nobody calls Colorado traitors because nobody even noticed it was leaving.
Not to downplay, Bob, but how hard can this be, really?
Texas beat them. In Lincoln. With Greg Davis as OC. And probably Mack Brown's worst team ever.
Iowa State had them beat but blew it.
The Aggies beat them. In College Station. OK, so they did that to y'all, too, but you get the point.
Now the onus is on you, Bob, to do what is right and good and holy. And to save Beebe from the most awkward trophy hand-off since Switzer and Jerry Jones fought for the Lombardi.
So for one day, Boomer Sooner.
Jen Engel
Missouri, Class of back when we stunk
Jennifer Floyd Engel
817-390-7697