Countdown To Football Season: 24 Days
Our daily countdown to the return of Texas football continues with yet another reason to love the fall in Austin.

I know y'all don't wanna reload this page to Bonds' smiling mug all day, so I'll throw this up to get things going. Morning Coffee is forthcoming.
As for those who hate Bonds and don't understand how I could support him - don't worry yourselves over it. I'm not asking anyone to cheer for the man.
Anyway, Bonds and I had our moment. Let's move on. We're just 24 days from kickoff.
--PB--
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Honestly, could care less about Bonds. I'm in the seating section that says indict baseball as a whole, not just one man. And the only reason they call it the national pass time is because that's way we pass time waiting for football season to start.
Speaking of...two-a-days have started...this site needs to be living, eating, breathing, shitting, regurgitating, suckling, and fucking football 24/7.
Okay that last one might be a bit a much and a little painful. May cause a hernia too and we can't have that.
24 Days to football season, which also means, 24 days until I can stop talking beauty pageants...woohoo. Can't believe I'm not going to win a bet for this shit.
If only Miss Texas would lift that restraining order, it would all be worth it.
Peace.
Dear 54
I have almost succeeded with all the above except for shitting. Right now it is lodged with only the tip poking out. Almost like a turtle head, just not quite.
I am ready, I have been counting the days down like its been a Deployment for me and CAN NOT wait.
Well, I"ve heard constapation...
makes the heart fart, so I say go with it.
In my critically acclaimed article in the PB's Eyes of Texas (watch out for shameless plug and I don't mean for your butt), I wrote that waiting for football season to start was like awaiting parole. Little did I know so many UT players would take that literally.
So I think I'll just say that I'm so ready for this season to start that I feel like Jordan Shipley's hamstring about to pop...whoops, maybe not.
I'll just tread on your defacation metaphorand say that I'm so looking forward to this upcoming football campaign that I feel like Miss America anxiously peeing on a little white strip hoping beyond hope that it doesn't turn blue (thus negating her reign).
Hey, I only paint the picture, the rest of you can interpret.
Where's that Mervyn's shopper when we need her...OPEN! OPEN! OPEN!

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