A bad day? No, bud, 2004 PSU was a bad day. We put up 168 yards and won 6-4. Sam Brownlee, the starting RB, had 16 carries for 30 yards. Today was worse than eating a full breakfast buffet at Gramma's Kitchen at the Iowa 80, then getting in the car, heading east to Chicago and getting just past that last exit on I-88 before the tollway starts and finding out that the eggs on the buffet had turned right as a sleet storm starts and the roadway is 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Three hours of clinched butthole, sweat brewing on your brow, white knuckles, you know what's gonna happen but you're so desperate that you look forward to your date with the public bathroom at the DeKalb Oasis like a Venezuelan peasant immigrant longs to breathe in the freedoms offered by the United States. I wish today was merely bad, but we didn't even make it to the Oasis, we lost it somewhere around that I-39 interchange. 2 gallons of intestinal water mixed with brown goo that smells worse than a dead water buffalo. Good luck finding high quality replacement seats for a Merkur, there aren't any on the market. That was the kind of day today was.
