i'm going with CU 38, uh 17, and we dance a happy hula jig after the witching hour. the bourbon will flow like the mighty mississippi, the birds will wake and sing a song of victory, and dancing romanian girls shall reward our celebratory efforts in the traditional way. when the sun arises, we will realize, again, how much we love Colorado Football. heads pounding and limping from over-exertion, many of us will throw on our finest old CU jerseys and drag ourselves to work, where we will proclaim "SO THERE, WORLD! WE ARE BACK!" and the dancing romanian girls shall pleasure us again in the stillness of the afternoon on Friday.
thus, we shall rejoice in our rebirth. bring me whiskey, bring me women, bring me song. let's snort lines off the arses of recently minted naturalized americans. savor it, chil'lun. the world is our oyster. the Buffs are returning to their rightful place. and, somewhere, a fusker will be laid low by the fates in our honor.
these are salad days, my friends. suck the marrow from the victories when they come. the dark days are past.