ProfessorHawk
Active Member
Much like the head football coach at The University of Iowa, I must admit, I basically got nothin'.
Jon and Deace appear to have regarded Kurt's latest presser in much the manner evinced by the Titanic's string quartet as the vast ship floundered and sank. ("That's football, I got nothin'")
Down with the ship, I guess. No reason for hope, apparently, nor really for fear either, just a stoic willingness to face a grim fate.
Is Iowa Football analogous to a tired Ford Focus, groaning with abrading wheel bearings? Are we nearing the point where the damn wheels fall off the axles? Sad, old tires rolling forlornly onwards, oblivious to the shower of sparks behind them as the decrepit, smoking hulk shrieks to an abrupt arrest?
Like hands liberated from a decapitated corpse, guided by mere momentum, those ancient wheels keep on a-rollin', down to a stinky and sunless ditch, somewhere over by Newton's sewage fermentator.
Is this an apt analog?
Dr. Prof
Jon and Deace appear to have regarded Kurt's latest presser in much the manner evinced by the Titanic's string quartet as the vast ship floundered and sank. ("That's football, I got nothin'")
Down with the ship, I guess. No reason for hope, apparently, nor really for fear either, just a stoic willingness to face a grim fate.
Is Iowa Football analogous to a tired Ford Focus, groaning with abrading wheel bearings? Are we nearing the point where the damn wheels fall off the axles? Sad, old tires rolling forlornly onwards, oblivious to the shower of sparks behind them as the decrepit, smoking hulk shrieks to an abrupt arrest?
Like hands liberated from a decapitated corpse, guided by mere momentum, those ancient wheels keep on a-rollin', down to a stinky and sunless ditch, somewhere over by Newton's sewage fermentator.
Is this an apt analog?
Dr. Prof