The use of the word "savage" quickly became, especially over the last week in Cane Nation, the most trite and cliche way to attempt to express the spirit of something, without actually having any idea or notion on how exactly to articulate or execute said notion. The "savage discourse" officially jumped the shark when ESPN "analyst" earlier today Trevor Madich visually squirmed while discussing the best football coach UM has hired since JJ as if he had moments before dumped a jar of fire ants into his 44-46 XXXL Fruit of the Loom cotton briefs and felt the first forays of these angry beasts near his moist, hairy taint.
Madich, like a handful of knuckledragging posters here, out of great self-pity, generally meaningless existences, and likely micro-***** syndrome, could not bring himself to simply say what any reasonallbly intelligent and well-adjusted Miami fan or casual onlooker would have - "ummm, yea, nothing is certain in life but that was a pretty **** good hire that makes UM relevant in the college football world for the first time in 12 years." Instead, this cadre of cretins, led by Madich-like hype men who invariably walk around their neighborhood at night with plastic pasta colanders on their head, banging frozen hot-dogs together, while saying such things as "you hate us because my ****" and "wee need savage" or "2+2=chicken." Most of these hot dog maestros would get lost if ever actually in Miami, do not have a degree from UM, and would audibly **** themselves if they ever woke up and found themselves in the middle of taking something called a GRE, MCAT, LSAT, or literacy test. No, men of the savage cloth such as Madich actually said on national TV that Miami screwed up the hire because....wait for this...they should have hired someone "more like a pirate." If reading that last sentence does not make you seriously question the collective IQ of this country, then you should definitely go eat a very big meal and go for a nice long swim out of Government Cut up to the Port of Everglades (those are in South Florida btw), but take the scenic route, out there, no, a bit further out, almost there, yea until I cant see you anymore....that's where the pirates swim.
