Once more unto the breach, dear Cougs, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Pullman dead.
In practice there’s nothing so becomes a man
As light walkthroughs in helmets only:
But when the blast of purple blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the cougar;
Tape up the ankles, summon up the eye black,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the face mask
Like Minshew’s cannon; let his arm o’erwhelm them
As fearfully as doth a galled pigskin
O’erhang and jutty his confounded Browning,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful field turf.
Pac-12 Football Odds and Picks: The Gamble-Tron, Rivalry Week edition
