BITCH PLEASE, PART II. THE EPILOGUE.

This afternoon we dominated Virginia in every meaningful statistic, from turnovers to the final score, but I'm going to spare you the details. They're not necessary. When you look at a beautiful painting, swag-ass new piece of tech or a hot co-ed you don't care about what kind of paint the artist used, the type of metal in your hand, even though it feels silky smooth, or what her parents look like. When you see greatness, you appreciate it for what it is.

Look at them all leave, via VTBox who is once again doing the Lord's work.

RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS, RUTS.

Virginia is a good football team. They won eight games, including a couple against respectable opponents. That's why all of us --the team, fans, your humble writers-- poured our souls into this week. We embarrassed UVa today. We wanted this week, all of us, and we got it. It was a dominant performance.

No problem brah, I can take you up and down the field and then commemorate the occasion on your jersey. H/T Hokie_Wartooth

Marcus Davis went H.A.M. We've all been waiting for the followup to his debut album, Don't Play that Shit, dropped against UNC in '10. David Wilson hit the holes, hard, and took the yards that were there. Both lines represented themselves in the trenches. Furthermore, it was arguably the best the d-line has played as a unit all season. The theory was Rocco couldn't play under pressure and thankfully that proved true. As far as Logan Thomas's performance, the Hype-O-Meter is officially retired. Done. That kid has lived up to all of our expectations, reasonable or otherwise.

I've been at my Mom's all house the entire week for Thanksgiving. MRSTKP and I have slept on an air mattress that's found itself deflated around 3:00 AM each night. I'm sleeping as sound as a scratched CD plays. It's led to a lot of dreams in short bursts. Two night's ago I dreamt we beat UVa 20-16. I was OK with that. We got the win and the status quo was maintained.

I wrote this at the beginning of the week.

But fuck that, I want this game to mean something more than a trophy for both teams. I want the loss to hurt that much more for the Hoos. I want TheSabre.com to be excited this week, so they can't hide behind their bullshit "we only care about sports that don't matter" line for the next 52. I want to take their best shot and stand tall so they know without any uncertainty they're just second best. I want the Hoo's hearts to be full when they wake up Saturday, and punishing Logan Thomas runs and brutal tackling to squeeze them empty for bedtime. I want Virginia's last breath to be their most difficult, and for us to be the ones kicking it out of them.

Every word paid out better than double-zero. In high school we called any shutout better than 35-0 an old-fashioned ass whooping. We were fortunate to do it six times my senior year. We'd stand on the sidelines and whip our hands around raw against a big fat pair of our opponent's imaginary ass cheeks ripe for the paddling.

I don't know about you, but I'm going to enjoy it. I'm going to enjoy the Hoos crawling back to their corner, left to crow about lacrosse. I'm going to enjoy back-to-back trips to Charlotte. I'm going to enjoy the guys on the beat recycling "the same old story". I'm going to enjoy being number one in the state for the eighth straight year.

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