Will the real tyler gabbert please stand up?Honey, is that you? haha!I'm Tyler Gabbert, and so is my wife!No, Im Tyler Gabberti wrote that. and it is a known fact that i am tyler gabbert.No, actually I read it on Huskerboard when he was still committed to come here.
Wrong. They both decommitted.No reason to hate the Gabbert kids.
I don't think that's the case at all. If we let him go, then we willingly almost screwed ourselves in the way of QBs for that class. Tyler is not a poor athlete, either. Those conversations about bailing his older brother out happened when Blaine was committed here, if I recall.Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was under the impression that the current staff went to Tyler and basically said he wasn't exactly the type of athlete for QB we were looking at any longer. It was after this conversation that he decommitted and headed to Mizzou. I also remember reading a few years back how Tyler basically had to bail his older brother out in some of their high school games. I don't hate either one. I don't think Blaine exactly has what our coaches are looking to do with this offense. I'm pretty sure we don't have the receivers we need either for Blaine to be successful as a Husker.
Chase Daniel's reminds me of Chad May. Remember him? from KSU. Both whiney little bi+ches.No reason to hate the Gabbert kids. Don't worry about it.
Chase Daniel, on the other hand...
10 things I hate about you...i do hate the gabberts, so much so that i wrote a poem about it:
I hate the way you play the game
And the way you read the 'd'
I hate the way you throw the ball
I hate your family tree
I hate your big dumb helmet
And the way you read pinkel's mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
A pretty good adaptation of a Shakespearean classic, too.10 things I hate about you...i do hate the gabberts, so much so that i wrote a poem about it:
I hate the way you play the game
And the way you read the 'd'
I hate the way you throw the ball
I hate your family tree
I hate your big dumb helmet
And the way you read pinkel's mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
/runs out of room
I bet you, like myself Nuance, were one of the guys who couldn't stop smiling long enough to say "karma" when that story came out before the season that lil Gabb ended up getting sucker punched when he went out boozing with big broIt seems to me like a lot of Husker fans absolutely hate Blaine Gabbert. Me, I don’t hate the guy. I respect his skills. I can even understand why he decommitted during the crapstorm of 2007 when Callahan got fired.
Make no mistake, Gabbert is a GREAT QB. That’s why we wanted him. He’ll be solid in the NFL someday. But even though I have a lot of respect for Blaine Gabbert, I hope the Blackshirts have their way with him on Saturday. Really knock the crap out of him. Half dozen blindside sacks. And pick him off two or three times for good measure.
Oh, and all the glowing praise I’ve heaped on Blaine Gabbert——well, that doesn’t carry over to little brother . I think Tyler Gabbert is a worthless little punk riding his brother's coat tails. I have no idea why we recruited that guy.
See you added some new words to that poem. This poem was taking from the movie 10 Things I hate about you....great movie. I think the dad in that movie is hilarious....sad to see Ledger die at a young age.i do hate the gabberts, so much so that i wrote a poem about it:
I hate the way you play the game
And the way you read the 'd'
I hate the way you throw the ball
I hate your family tree
I hate your big dumb helmet
And the way you read pinkel's mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me ryhme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.