am cyber-acquaintances with many denizens of Six Pack. DCD, SadDawg (yay boobs and redfish!), DawgStudent, et al have done quite a bit to temper my hatred for all things maroon. While I still would resort to hurling pastoral insults at them when I fall head first off the wagon of family induced sobriety, I generally think that the Six Pack Board has allowed me to at least, in true Christ like fashion, love the sinner (MSU fan) and hate the sin (being a MSU fan).
All that being said, I am prepared to rescend any and all good tidings I have ever bestowed upon my Bulldog brethren. The sole factor in this is that I have never seen a fanbase with a bigger collective boner about a coach than they have about John Cohen as their baseball coach. He may turn out to be Connie Mack with tits, but at this point, Chinese Democracy will have suffered under the weight of less expectations than the Cohen MSU baseball era. Let it go guys. Cohen is a good coach. He's a good baseball coach. He is not the baseball equivalent of a Saturday where the kids are at the in-laws, that's kick started by a wake-up hummer, followed by a crab meat omelette, three bloody marys, a catered tailgate with grilled meats, a Rebel victory over a ranked conference opponent enjoyed under the influence of a mild sedative, a dinner at City Grocery with fourteen bottles of wine, and a toke and poke when you get home. He is a good coach. He's not Skip Bertman. He's not Augie Garrido. $@@@, with two NCAA appearances and little else, he's not much more than Pat Harrison. In hoops terms, he's Stansbury. A middle of the road guy who's sole qualification for demagoguery is that he does **** differently than the guy who went to the CWS 16 months ago.
So here we are. I have suffered through it long enough. Based on your unchecked enthusiasm over an untested coach, I !#%#*#@ hate you all again. Sorry guys. We can still be Facebook friends via the Nafoom group, but I just really needed to say that.
May your maroon sports coat clad corpse be dropped by your cowbell clanging pall bearers on your way to an early grave.
Sincerely,
RHS
Sorry if G word, t
All that being said, I am prepared to rescend any and all good tidings I have ever bestowed upon my Bulldog brethren. The sole factor in this is that I have never seen a fanbase with a bigger collective boner about a coach than they have about John Cohen as their baseball coach. He may turn out to be Connie Mack with tits, but at this point, Chinese Democracy will have suffered under the weight of less expectations than the Cohen MSU baseball era. Let it go guys. Cohen is a good coach. He's a good baseball coach. He is not the baseball equivalent of a Saturday where the kids are at the in-laws, that's kick started by a wake-up hummer, followed by a crab meat omelette, three bloody marys, a catered tailgate with grilled meats, a Rebel victory over a ranked conference opponent enjoyed under the influence of a mild sedative, a dinner at City Grocery with fourteen bottles of wine, and a toke and poke when you get home. He is a good coach. He's not Skip Bertman. He's not Augie Garrido. $@@@, with two NCAA appearances and little else, he's not much more than Pat Harrison. In hoops terms, he's Stansbury. A middle of the road guy who's sole qualification for demagoguery is that he does **** differently than the guy who went to the CWS 16 months ago.
So here we are. I have suffered through it long enough. Based on your unchecked enthusiasm over an untested coach, I !#%#*#@ hate you all again. Sorry guys. We can still be Facebook friends via the Nafoom group, but I just really needed to say that.
May your maroon sports coat clad corpse be dropped by your cowbell clanging pall bearers on your way to an early grave.
Sincerely,
RHS
Sorry if G word, t