Your [HEAD COACH BRET BIELEMA]-Approved (not really) Companion to the TCU Game
Brought to you once again courtesy of Bob Marley, Tito’s Vodka, and the immense satisfaction that comes with repossessing the homes of college football’s nouveau riche. Did you learn nothing from Ole Miss last year, TCU? Did you not see what haughtiness gets you? Surely you understood that welcoming Arkansas into palatial Amon G. Carter Stadium with signs mocking the intelligence of The Natural State could end in only one way, that being in overtime and at the hands of the son of Bobby Allen.
You built your fanciful house on sand, TCU, as horned frogs are wont to do, and train whistles and hand gestures and throat slashes were not keeping Austin Allen from crossing that goal line in the second overtime period last night.