Dan Gabor, what can you say? In true Nebraska style we arrive at Three in the morning crashing at the fields, on the fields, avoiding police spotlights and the similarity stops there. Enter the Bonehorn: Up at Seven Fresh as posies searching Fayetteville for Cleats and Chick-Fil-A. Returning to the fields booted, sated, and knee deep in Pickle Brine we had plenty of time to warm up for the first round; and we had a bye. Getting loose throwing the finest five yard throws we know it was clear that today would be a good day. And it was. 1-0, 2-0, 3-0, 4-0, 5-0 Nebraska dominates to the semifinals on the back of truly Savage Bone gnashing defense and the Smoothest, Horniest, offense you could want. Than crushed. Yeah it's disappointing, but a bottle of Patron and comped dinner helped salve the wound and again, we sneak away under cover of
night cruising into the Ozarks and winding our way frontwards and backwards down the backwoods until.... Paradise. And if you weren't there, you should have been and if you were there, you couldn't be anywhere else and now we're back ducking out under the darkest dark night known and bonehornebone we're back again gnawing at the bit for next week in Nashville.
-Tom Sitorius
night cruising into the Ozarks and winding our way frontwards and backwards down the backwoods until.... Paradise. And if you weren't there, you should have been and if you were there, you couldn't be anywhere else and now we're back ducking out under the darkest dark night known and bonehornebone we're back again gnawing at the bit for next week in Nashville.
-Tom Sitorius
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