I don't even care that much about a certain Mrs. Alma Mater.

I don't even like to sit out in the rain and watch them play (that's why God gave us television). But that east coast beeyotch has made my red-hot Celtic blood all boily.

So eat this, baby. And pray (like this sad, sad Fresno State lad) that your Sooners won't bite it too badly on Saturday.

(Okay, Ducks, don't make me look stupid.)

(I'm going to regret this.)