Sport is the medium through which man’s secret soul is laid bare
COLLEGE TOWN, USA (UPI) — The 109th and final installment in the storied “Titletown Throwdown” series between College University and University State was played today, with State winning a 29-25 thriller.
“If you’re going to go out, why not go out on top? Our boys gave University State everything they had, but they couldn’t score enough points–at least not as many as US did, anyway,” said College University coach “Herc” Broadsides, who is rumored to be retiring at the conclusion of the season.
The game, which featured the stunning reversals of fortune and dramatic trick plays that have characterized the “Titletown Throwdown” since its inception, is sure to leave a lasting impression in the minds of the 65,000 fans who attended the game.
“What whiny bitches those CU cocksuckers are,” said one particularly voluble University State fan. “We waxed their motherfucking asses, and now those little babies want some titty milk. Well, they can just drop down to their knees, unzip my pants, and blow me.”
“All of them?” I asked, incredulous. “Like at once, or seriatim?”
“Even if they were all sucking at once, they couldn’t fit my big dick in their mouths. I have a huge University State dick, and they have these little College University pea-sized mouths that couldn’t suck an egg through a pixie stick. The Bronze Sausage Grinder is coming back to its rightful owners! You feel me, brahski?”
I wasn’t sure what any of that meant, but it was obvious that this person–remnants of tomato sauce from a $5 pizza pie forming a saint’s nimbus around his lips and clad from head-to-foot in University State apparel, including a filthy, battered hoodie and a ball cap with an unbent brim–cared deeply about a meaningless rivalry game, the existence of which 99.9% of the country’s population was unaware. “I think so,” I replied.
“What I’m saying is that these CU losers are a big bunch of jerkwad pole-slurping hillbilly ketamine addicts and I and my University State brothers are the godlike heroes of all my fantasies,” he continued. “CU just can’t handle the fact that it’s lost close to 40 percent of these games, whereas we’ve won nearly 40 percent. But that’s because nobody at CU leaves that dingleberry of a school able to do simple arithmetic, let alone understand the greatness that is the University State experience.”
Before I left the campus, I stopped a College University student and asked him for his thoughts about the game.
“Oh, that was some sorry-ass bullshit,” he said. “All of our players are horseshit drugged-up streetball motherfuckers. They spend their time at the bars getting loaded on 151 and rum shooters instead of lifting w8s and other manly football shit like that.”
“Do you think you could have done a better job?”
He nodded. “Hellz yeah. You should peep what I’m doing at Madden right now, dawg. It’s sick. My numbers are sick. You wouldn’t believe it if you saw it.”
What remains unclear is how self-proclaimed “sports nuts” living within a 100-mile radius of College Town will choose to spend the time that they had previously devoted to thinking about this rivalry.
“Shit, I don’t know,” said the College University student. “I heard that one show, the Walking Undead or whatever, is pretty good. I might watch a few eps. Maybe they’re on Netflix.”