Oregon @ Stanford, the game we've been waiting all season for, game thread!

Discussion in 'Oregon Ducks' started by SlyPokerDog, Nov 7, 2013.

  1. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    That was targeting you stupid fucking refs.
     
  2. Zalsa

    Zalsa I like salsa

    I knew we were gonna lose, gut feeling.

    But not THIS bad my god.
     
  3. Natebishop3

    Natebishop3 Don't tread on me!

    The team is a reflection of its so-called leader.
     
  4. MickZagger

    MickZagger Well-Known Member

    Harrington shit the bed in games too. Especially as a Sophmore.
     
  5. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    Damn, you know your bell is rung when you can't even walk.
     
  6. santeesioux

    santeesioux Just keep on scrolling by

    Chris Haynes sure is being a bitch on twitter, sure is a good idea to piss off the people that read your shit.
     
  7. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    He's being a giant fucking douche.
     
  8. Pritchslap Madness

    Pritchslap Madness Well-Known Lurker

    Well, at least our high powered offense not getting shut out.
     
  9. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    Ouch! (but kinda clever.)

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  10. Zalsa

    Zalsa I like salsa

    DAT should have just shut his stupid mouth
     
  11. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    ESPN doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about. He's getting heckled by the Standford crowd.
     
  12. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

  13. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    Oh god please! Please!
     
  14. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

  15. Zalsa

    Zalsa I like salsa

    Knew it. I knew we would lose.
     
  16. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

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  17. SlyPokerDog

    SlyPokerDog Woof! Staff Member Administrator

    Jinx.
     
  18. Zalsa

    Zalsa I like salsa

    We just can't beat physical teams. Besides, Stanford had a ton of seniors on their team.

    Next year they will lose a lot out leadership, and hopefully Shaw as well.
     
  19. ehizzy3

    ehizzy3 RIP mgb

    what did he say
     
  20. HomerLovesKoolAid

    HomerLovesKoolAid I have a well-known member.

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