I would love a win. Followed up by Golden being fired immediately after. Don't give a **** that we won. We would only do so INSPITE of his ****** corching, not because of it.
That would be the funniest, coolest, most surreal thing EVER.
LMAO @ the mere thought.
The pressure gets to him so bad, he rips his clothes off and tackles the ref mid-field in his underwear.
Coley and Dno chase him down, and immedietly start a gnarly three-man ****fest on the Wahoo or whatever the **** FSU has painted on their fifty.
While they feverishly tend to Goldens ****pleasure on midfield, someone in the admin runs to the nearest janitor closet and hires a meathead janitor ALA the Dolphins last week.
Janitor Steve screams an awe-inspiring halftime speech into the players faces, all while repping 40 LB dumbells and squatting an actual human, Jon Semerene.
The guys come out in the second half, blinded by fear and confusion. Golden and his grown-men-party are just finishing up, slightly embarassed as they got caught up in the moment. Golden attempts to cover up, but eventually makes the walk of shame, straight to the parking lot, where Kelly waits for him, a little embarassed, but also a little excited.
Halftime runs 9 minutes too long, a 40-man working party ensues at midfield cleaning up dead exfoliated skin cells and what is presumed to be Big-Cheese-Garlic-Knot Olive oil.
The team plays without a playcaller for 30 minutes, comes back, and eeks out a W. Jon Semerene is instrumental, recovering onside after onside.
Fain instructs Golden not to return.
Alf and his buds jump into their car, and take I-95 north, straight to Maryland.