Today was a sorrowful day as my Cougs got kicked, beaten, trodden upon, picked up, and then beat back down. Wow. I never realized how much of the game was determined by one man's mentality and strength. Max just didn't have it today. No, I'm not mad at you Max, but I hope you can get through all the hate mail you are going to be receiving after tonight's ultra-important performance. Just feel comfort in the fact that I will not send you any fake white powder in an envelope, or dead, rotten things in the mail.
Ok Utah, you now have a big job ahead of you . . .
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