The Backyard Brawl Is Here

Take a minute and sit down, because I have some big news. Huge news. OK, you sitting? Good.

If (read: when) we win tomorrow night, we go to the National Championship game. Yeah, you heard me right. I know you've heard that a thousand times over the past two weeks or so, but it's true. Let it sink in. The fucking National Championship game! Amazing.

But, of course, we have to get through Pitt first. Big deal. Pitt is atrocious. They will put up very little fight, outside of the first few minutes when they might be running on pure adrenaline and amphetamines. This will be a blowout. Our offensive attack cannot be stopped, especially when Devine is in the mix. If we don't turn the ball over we will beat any team in the nation. Pitt is no different, obviously. We win, we win big, we win huge, we win bigger than the British in the Falklands. That's big.

And before you jump on me for jinxing this game, let me say this: fuck you. Chances are, you've booked your flights and rooms in New Orleans the same I have. We're going to New Orleans, it's as simple as tha. Do not have a doubt in your mind. Just get to the lots early, drink yourself silly, watch the blowout, and sing Country Roads like never before. These will be moments to remember, if you're not too shitfaced.

Seriously guys, it doesn't get too much better than this. Enjoy it.

I'll be in Morgantown.

West Virginia (-28.5) -- 55

Pitt -- 10

[5th Year Senior contributed to this ill shit]