Do not get me wrong, I harbor no animosity toward Kansas nor Coach Mangino. He's unapologetically grotesque and undeniably gifted at coaching the game of football. That's cool, my friends, damn cool. Hey Koolaid!
Who knows, maybe that great turning point will come Saturday. Perhaps the Buffs will rise up from the morass in which they currently find themselves. The Buffs offense will begin to click once again, the defense will wrap up Todd Reesing and the special teams will stop embarrassing themselves. I fear that the shocking turn of events will dislodge some enormous Crisco crystal deep within a Mangino central artery. As that coronary iceberg winds it's way through the caverns of cookie dough that line the coach's veins, the end draws closer for the Kansas Jayhawks football glory days.
So live it up Jayhawks for the reunion with the conference doormat is nigh. Soon all you'll have is fantastic basketball, miles of bucolic grasslands and, of course, batshit crazy creationist zealots.
Go Buffs!
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