Scene: A couple of ratty old sofas in the back yard of a house on Melrose. The BHGPers gathered are a solemn lot following the Wisconsin game. Enter Ricky Stanzi and friends....

 Hey! What's this lying around shit?

 War's over man, Wisconsin dropped the big one.
 Over? Did you say over? NOTHING is over until we decide it is! Was it over when Tennessee compared themselves to the Germans?

 ARF?

 Forget it, he's rolling.

 It ain't over now! 'Cause when the going gets tough........the tough get going! Who's with me! AAAAAA!!!

(Runs towards Kinnick.  No one follows. Ricky comes back.)

 What the fuck happened to the Black Heart Gold Pants I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts? Huh? This could be the greatest week of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh. We're afraid to go with you Ricky, we might just end up in the Gator Bowl."  Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! Dantonio? He's a dead man! Fitzgerald? Dead! Tressel...

 Dead! Ricky's absolutely right! We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it sensible game analysis and posts. But that would bore dozens of readers. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires some really futile and stupid posts be done on somebody's part.

 And we're just the guys to do it.

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