“Nay, yay?”
Excuse me for the lack of brevity in this post, but the quill never felt so light. (I’m also drunk at a bar as I write this down in Tucson.)
After a brief personal hiatus that was met with much repudiation from the group, we are back with another Dinos’ Diary.
Last Tuesday night we sat in front of our televisions and watched the College Football Playoff Committee blatantly disrespect the Devils and the Big 12 as a whole. After defeating a BYU team in chaotic fashion back in Tempe a week prior, the committee placed us as the 12th and final seed in the College Football Playoff projections.
With our path to the Big 12 Championship further elucidated, the Devils headed down to Tucson to control their own destiny, and so did we.
Let me preface this by saying this town is the epitome of trash. Not only did our AirBnb lack the basic necessities such as heat and WiFi, but the stadium was nothing short of an unnecessary incline of incompetent fans.
To those who’ve had the pleasure of never visiting Northern Mexico, Tucson is a series of dilapidated buildings followed by the occasional crackhead and stray dog.
Similar to our weekend, the Devils came out hot in the first half, jumping out to a 35-0 lead. Any anxiety harbored by our fans was quickly quelled by a pair of Cam Skattebo touchdowns in the first quarter. Personally, I quelled my anxiety by quickly entering the danger zone after a few too many pregame drinks. What were the odds of that? I’d say about -6000.
After a few arguments in the bathroom lines at halftime, it was back to business in the second half. The Devils did their best 2020 impersonation by boat racing that team from the South with a 49-7 final score.
70-7… Remember that? Good times.
We immediately made our way over to Dirtbag’s on Speedway to take over their beloved bar. Honestly, I don't get the hype; I’ve been to better cantinas in Mexico. The celebration didn’t stop there, though. After a quick pit stop for some espresso martinis and entering the danger zone for a second time, it was on to Fourth Avenue to write half of this diary in an inebriated state and see what Tucson has to offer. Spoiler alert: it leaves a lot to be desired.
The next morning, awakening to a hangover, the Arctic tundra that was my casita, a chipped tooth, and a jersey that smelled like vanilla, I thought to myself: Are the Devils going to the Big 12 Championship?
Nay, yay?
They sure as fuck are, and we couldn’t be more proud.
Sometimes a whisper speaks louder than a yell.
In other news, Sam has found love, which undoubtedly jeopardizes a piece of our business model. A selfish act if you ask me. How will we make up for all of this lost revenue? Well, it’s the next man up mentality that will keep our business afloat. Time to hit the gym… and catch a flight to Arlington to see the Devils take on Iowa State for the Big 12 Championship.
One. Win. Away. Go Devils.