Fire that son of a bitch. I was supposed to be done with college baseball by now. I was gonna be sittin on a porch drinkin beer watching the kids play in a sprinkler while something bad for me sizzles on the grill. Now I’m gonna be sittin drinkin beer watching the kids play in a sprinkler while something bad for me sizzles on the grill and something worse for my health is on the tv. The announcers will probably talk good about us. About a program Mike has built himself. About how he’s one of the good guys. About Tim Elko.
Here’s a game:
For every reference to a now 2-7 super regional record, finish your drink.
For every reference to us beating the shit out of Southern, you get to pick anyone in the room and they have to finish their drink.
If the 2005 national champion Texas team is mentioned, take a shot of brown liquor.
If Evan Button is mentioned, take a shot of tequila.
If Tennessee Tech is mentioned try not to throw something at the tv and then drink a shot of whiskey inside a glass of beer.
Or do none of these things and watch us lose because you’re selfish.
Enjoy the day. We’re just glad to be here.
Rebs will make it to the national title game after winning today but losing tomorrow.