01.01.70
Monday sundown I sat down in the War Room with a few of my favorite beverages to watch the BCS National Championship victim after leaving the shores of the Big Lake.
See, before I left the Wallenpaupack gymnasium, I made another agreeable wager, thinking it would be nice to collect another Slim Jim and Aquafina bottle of ditch-water the next time I stepped foot in the Purple Palace, but instead the wake turned into my wallet being a little lighter.
Yeah folks, not only did I take LSU, I almost guaranteed it. I would have bet a proves of Slim Jims if this guy had any sense of who I am, and that I usually tend to lose when I wager small things like choice beef snacks.
So, I took LSU and realized I made a huge mistake the first on occasion I saw Jordan Jefferson attempt to run the option in the first quarter, setting up his back to almost get his conduct ripped off his shoulders.
Then Jefferson did it again a few minutes later and I was almost entirely deflated.
I could smell that Slim Jim being dangled in front of me, yet was well-spring to fear that I was never going to taste whatever it is they are made of.
Source: NEagle