This kid makes me want to puke. What a sissy. "Oh Grandma, those fans are just so meeean! They want me to--I don't know--TACKLE or something. Boo hoo hoo."
For f#*k sake grow a pair. Blackshirts don't have fun when they lose or play like losers. Blackshirts only experience the luxury of fun when they've smashed into a fairy quarterback's rib cage at full sprint. They have fun when the intercept footballs, recover fumbles, stuff an RB for a loss of five, and pick apart new-fangled offenses like they're made of wet toilet paper.
Of course McKeon wouldn't know this, seeing as he's not a Blackshirt. McKeon is a pinkshirt.
Exhibit A: Watch the little girl play sometime. When he's not trying to high-five the other team for a great twenty yard run right past him, he's staring at a TE's eyes as he's being pushed to the sideline.
Exhibit B: A whiney, bitchy press conference which is meant to inspire the pity of Husker nation. Blackshirts don't need pity. The only thing a Blackshirt can tolerate or handle is complete decimation of an opponent. They have two emotions: success and failure. Rage is the appropriate fan reaction to failure, and elation is to success. But, as we've already demonstrated, McKeon wouldn't know that because he's not a blackshirt.
Exhibit C: McKeon thinks football is fun, and that it is also fun to give up one's spot to a lower classman. Oh. My. God. Football isn't fun for a Blackshirt, unless as we've demonstrated, it involves the complete humiliation and decimation of an opposing offense. And a Blackshirt cannot even conceive of the idea that a younger player should take his spot. What's the fun in that? You are no longer able to demolish a QB that way; you are being proven inferior to another; you are weak, pathetic, worthy of nothing but holding gatorade for a REAL blackshirt.
I hope we never see this worthless hack again this season. His sob stories and whining drivel, as Charlie Weiss would say, "make me want to vomit." The only person on the team at this point that seems to know what a Blackshirt is is Bowman, who had the good sense to realize that neither he nor anyone else on this 2007 Auto-score 'defense' deserves to wear one.
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. I couldn't have imagined things could be any worse, but now we've seen otherwise. The onlything worse than a disgraced pinkshirt is a crying, snivelling disgraced pinkshirt.
Something better happen soon. This tradition is sinking into the muck.