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Sure looks that way, and I sure hope so. Was glad to see them beat MSU...I'd rather play UL than the Cat-killer Izzo.
We beat Louisville on their own court this year... No worries if we happen to meet again...
I posted this in the PTSCI NCAA thread but no one there is a Kentucky fan so they don't get it... I'll post again... GO BIG BLUE!!!
The Meaning of Hate
A friend once asked me, not long ago, “What does the University of Louisville mean to you?”
I stopped, peered westward to a setting sun, and briefly pondered the unlimited boundaries of this unrestricted question.
“Well, my friend, since you asked…
It means, having a chip on your shoulder. It means drowning in a sea of discontent. It means not getting accepted into UK. It means failing to grasp the meaning of sports. It means failing to grasp the meaning of life. It means growing and maintaining a line-beard that is perfectly symmetrical and no more than 1.4” in width. It means playing on Thursday nights and coordinating Black Outs, White Outs, and Affliction Outs. It means driving a Chevy Cavalier with an Acura logo and Eurolights. It means taking road trips to places like Piscataway, NJ and Storrs, CT and pretending to be excited about it.
It means caring more about UK’s affairs than those of your own. It means painting a beak on your face. It means obeying the word of Tom Jurich, bowing before his eminence and not taking his name in vain. It means hosting a UK call-in show one year, then a UofL one the next. It means being fat. It means tailgaiting in an asphalt abyss surrounded by the ruins of the industrial revolution. It means Edgar f-ing Sosa. It means ironing your flat bill every morning. It means commuting from your parents’ house every day. It means ugly girls who look like Mr. Kool-Aid in a sundress. It means how my shit smells. It means somewhere in your life, you were touched inappropriately by an uncle in a UK hat. It means having a KCTCS campus with a Big East affiliation. It means wearing Curve. It means cargo jean shorts. It means not getting ‘it.’ It means playing cornhole at tailgates, and craps too.
It means a glorified sense of entitlement normally reserved for narcissists and teenage girls. It means getting more enjoyment out of being the loud minority than you do from sports. It means supporting a coach who cheats on his wife, takes care of pregnancies and arranges marriages between crazy whores and school employees in an effort to save face. It means bringing Crown Royal to a tailgate. It means putting your “L’s” up. It means C-A-R-D-S Cards. Seriously, what the hell is that? It means playing the National Anthem (Feat. Lil’ John and Ludacris). It means clever nicknames like T-Will, Sam-Sam, and E5. It means getting tasered at graduation. It means a Papa John’s football stadium and a Pizza Hut basketball arena. It means Ron Cooper. It means you don’t even know who that is which means you just proved my point. It means L-yes, L-no, L-ton John, and shut the L-up. It means being a whitehead on the ass of a greater cause. It means wearing jerseys with “The Ville” and embarrassing an entire state. It means having less class than Jackson Co. Schools in the winter. It means picking your nose, and eating it. It means asking for seconds. It means looking at yourself in the mirror and hating what you see.
That, my friend, is what UahL means to me. Does that about cover it?”
The Meaning of Hate
A friend once asked me, not long ago, “What does the University of Louisville mean to you?”
I stopped, peered westward to a setting sun, and briefly pondered the unlimited boundaries of this unrestricted question.
“Well, my friend, since you asked…
It means, having a chip on your shoulder. It means drowning in a sea of discontent. It means not getting accepted into UK. It means failing to grasp the meaning of sports. It means failing to grasp the meaning of life. It means growing and maintaining a line-beard that is perfectly symmetrical and no more than 1.4” in width. It means playing on Thursday nights and coordinating Black Outs, White Outs, and Affliction Outs. It means driving a Chevy Cavalier with an Acura logo and Eurolights. It means taking road trips to places like Piscataway, NJ and Storrs, CT and pretending to be excited about it.
It means caring more about UK’s affairs than those of your own. It means painting a beak on your face. It means obeying the word of Tom Jurich, bowing before his eminence and not taking his name in vain. It means hosting a UK call-in show one year, then a UofL one the next. It means being fat. It means tailgaiting in an asphalt abyss surrounded by the ruins of the industrial revolution. It means Edgar f-ing Sosa. It means ironing your flat bill every morning. It means commuting from your parents’ house every day. It means ugly girls who look like Mr. Kool-Aid in a sundress. It means how my shit smells. It means somewhere in your life, you were touched inappropriately by an uncle in a UK hat. It means having a KCTCS campus with a Big East affiliation. It means wearing Curve. It means cargo jean shorts. It means not getting ‘it.’ It means playing cornhole at tailgates, and craps too.
It means a glorified sense of entitlement normally reserved for narcissists and teenage girls. It means getting more enjoyment out of being the loud minority than you do from sports. It means supporting a coach who cheats on his wife, takes care of pregnancies and arranges marriages between crazy whores and school employees in an effort to save face. It means bringing Crown Royal to a tailgate. It means putting your “L’s” up. It means C-A-R-D-S Cards. Seriously, what the hell is that? It means playing the National Anthem (Feat. Lil’ John and Ludacris). It means clever nicknames like T-Will, Sam-Sam, and E5. It means getting tasered at graduation. It means a Papa John’s football stadium and a Pizza Hut basketball arena. It means Ron Cooper. It means you don’t even know who that is which means you just proved my point. It means L-yes, L-no, L-ton John, and shut the L-up. It means being a whitehead on the ass of a greater cause. It means wearing jerseys with “The Ville” and embarrassing an entire state. It means having less class than Jackson Co. Schools in the winter. It means picking your nose, and eating it. It means asking for seconds. It means looking at yourself in the mirror and hating what you see.
That, my friend, is what UahL means to me. Does that about cover it?”
LOL....there's a lot of hate in there...but I love it. :)
The Gator chomp or the L's up is the question...
I say bring on either one. But I must admit that the prospect of beating Florida 4 times in one year makes me twitch just a bit with nervousness.
A week of a state divided here we go... Hasn't happened for 20 years... Spread 8.5... Good rivalry...
Yeah it's going to be cool to be right in the epicenter of this all week. I would assume the rest of the country could care less, but living in Louisville it doesn't get much more heated than this. Bars will break sales records this weekend.
Record sales will be broken as well as noses... The rest of country could care less you are correct, but living in Kentucky is a different story for sure... My office is divided and I can't even host a party for the game... Have you ever noticed in southern Indiana the billboards that say "Southern Indiana's Louisville Cardinals??? Energy this week is thru the roof here...
Yeah I see those billboards every day. But UK started that last year as they had two billboards right before you crossed the bridge so I guess turnabout is fair play.
Here's the thing though...UK is EXPECTED to win, by our fans and the rest of the informed country, so a win for us is business as usual. If Louisville wins, we (UK fans) will NEVER hear the end of it.
Here's the thing though...UK is EXPECTED to win, by our fans and the rest of the informed country, so a win for us is business as usual. If Louisville wins, we (UK fans) will NEVER hear the end of it.
CATS!
Lets go Jayhawks!!!! lose three guys to the pros and one to graduation and still make it to final four!!!
Great job Bill Self!
Great job Bill Self!
GO CATS!
That is all....
That is all....
GO JAYHAWKS!!! love to see cats fall short again!!!
BOOO jayhawks!
Go HickCats! They win this one and I take down my work's pool.
hooray