The Night the Devils Delivered on My Birthday

Tonight was one for the books. The Devils took down Kansas in a nail-biter, 35-31. As a great man once said: “Good teams win, great teams cover.” And that’s exactly what the fucking Devils did tonight.

The game was so intense, I somehow ended up losing my shirt in the first half. No clue where it went, but it didn’t matter… the girls fucking loved it—there was no stopping the energy in the stadium. My boy Sam was right there with me, in full force. And let me tell you, Sam’s abs were looking fucking insane. There’s a reason why we call him Hot Fucking Sam. Dude was out there looking like a damn Greek god in the student section.

With the win in the bag, the boys are taking this energy out to the bars tonight. Boondocks is not ready for the Boyz from the South. Put your tray tables up and your seats back to their upright positions. We will be descending into Scottsdale in the next 10 minutes.

Tonight is going to be madness, and it’s gonna be one hell of a celebration. I might need to add more to this post later once the shenanigans kick in, but for now, just know—it’s going to be a legendary night… fuck it, I’m thinking about buying a table for the fucking boyz because I can.

And on another note: Kate… your last name has been redacted for legal reasons, but listen up—three strikes and you’re out. If you bail on the Boyz from the South one more time, you’re getting rung up like Jim Joyce in Game 7 of the World Series. No exceptions.

Forks up and drinks up, Sun Devil Nation!