Each week through rain, hail, sleet or SNOW, or when we feel like putting effort into it, FaF will size up our opponent, and provide you, our faithful readers, with plenty of fodder for hating the opposing team. Because that’s what we do at FaF. We don’t cheer our team on in a good-natured manner, to remain “classy” or “sportsmanlike” or “respectful”. We bring the mother effin’ pain in the form of the truth! If you can’t handle it, go reminisce about the Veer on Coogfans! This is the new era of UH, where we take no prisoners and rape and pillage on our way to championships! For at least one post a week we abandon our “Houston. Sports. Satire.” by-line and bring the “Houston. Sports. Swagger.”
"Chad" strikes again
I hope all you unappreciative bottom posters realize the bravery it takes to write this post today, with this foreign white substance falling from the sky. I’m honestly scared. Have we polluted our fair town so much that the gases are mixing with pollution and forming a precipitate? (Oh snap… Nerdy chemistry pun!!! That’s what I get for working at Rice).
So we have already offered our Peace n Blessin’s to the Pirates of East Carolina, but now it is time to take off the kid gloves. Continue reading
Fourth And Fifty 