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Subject: A Comprehensive, Unassailable, and Utterly Unfortunate Analysis of This Week's CU Uniforms
Fellow denizens of the forum, Buffs faithful, and those who simply enjoy the existential dread of watching a beautiful game played in a questionable aesthetic, I come to you today not with a prediction, but with a premonition. A dark, sartorial prophecy of what awaits us on the gridiron this Saturday. Based on my meticulous, bordering-on-unhealthy observation of the cosmos, the whims of fate, and the subtle yet unmistakable vibrations emanating from the Folsom Field equipment room, I have come to the grim, but certain, conclusion: we will be subjected to the "White Helmet, Black Jersey, White Pants" combination, with the added insult of black shoes.
Let's dissect this, shall we? This isn't just a uniform combo; it's a statement. A Rorschach test for our collective psyche.
First, the White Helmet. The White Helmet, in the grand pantheon of Buffs headwear, is the color of a blank slate. A fresh start. The color of surrender, not in the sense of defeat, but in the sense of letting go of the past. It's the visual equivalent of a cleanse. It’s what you wear when you want to signal to the world, “We are no longer the team that wears all-black to look intimidating. We are now the team that wears all-white to look… clean.” It’s a passive-aggressive move, a subtle act of defiance against the very concept of a "uniform." It's like serving a five-course meal on a paper plate. It screams, "I am a maverick, but a maverick who really, really wants to do his laundry."
But then, they pair this beacon of purity with a Black Jersey. Ah, the Black Jersey. The classic. The home-field staple. The color of night, of intimidation, of fear. The color that says, "We are the Buffaloes, and we will trample you into the dirt." It's the color of tradition, of the McCartney era, of the legendary teams that ran roughshod over the Big Eight. The Black Jersey, in its unadulterated form, is a magnificent and powerful thing. But when paired with the White Helmet, it's neutered. It's a leather jacket over a polo shirt. A Viking helmet on a mime. It's a visual paradox that a lesser mind would dismiss as a simple contrast, but I, in my enlightened agony, see it for what it truly is: a cry for help. A schizophrenic plea from a team that can’t decide if it wants to be the "Bad Boys of Boulder" or the "Good Guys of Google."
And the White Pants? Oh, the White Pants. The most tragic element of this whole affair. They are the sartorial equivalent of a surrender flag. A clean white surrender flag, mind you, because we're nothing if not pristine. They break the visual flow. They turn the team from a cohesive, menacing unit into a series of disconnected, floating torsos. They create a visual dead zone between the intimidating black jersey and the utterly-unfathomable-why-we-are-wearing-this-on-a-Saturday-in-the-fall-at-home-with-a-black-jersey black shoes. It’s like a tuxedo with sweatpants. The team runs onto the field and you don't think "unstoppable force," you think "someone left the bleach in too long."
And finally, to cap off this monument to fashionably-challenged decision-making, we have the Black Shoes. Black shoes, on white pants. It’s the visual equivalent of a punch to the gut. The lack of continuity is staggering. It’s the final, fatal flaw in this uniform combo. It's the architectural mistake that brings the entire structure crumbling down. It's a metaphor for the chaos of the universe, the inexplicable choices that govern our lives. Why black shoes? Why not gold? Why not white? The answer, my friends, is simple: because logic has no place in this uniform combination. This is not about winning football games. This is about challenging our very perception of what it means to be a "well-dressed" football team. It's a test of our resolve.
So, when the team trots out onto the field this week, and the dreaded white helmet, black jersey, white pants, and black shoes combination is confirmed, don't be angry. Don't throw your remote. Simply nod, with the quiet, world-weary understanding of a true connoisseur of collegiate uniform blunders. This is our burden to bear. This is our cross to carry. This is the price we pay for being Buffs fans. We are a people of tradition, of excellence, of the majestic black and gold. And yet, this week, we are also a people who will look at our team and quietly whisper, "What in the world are they wearing?" And that, my friends, is a prediction I stand by.
Week 1:
Subject: A Comprehensive, Unassailable, and Utterly Unfortunate Analysis of This Week's CU Uniforms
Fellow denizens of the forum, Buffs faithful, and those who simply enjoy the existential dread of watching a beautiful game played in a questionable aesthetic, I come to you today not with a prediction, but with a premonition. A dark, sartorial prophecy of what awaits us on the gridiron this Saturday. Based on my meticulous, bordering-on-unhealthy observation of the cosmos, the whims of fate, and the subtle yet unmistakable vibrations emanating from the Folsom Field equipment room, I have come to the grim, but certain, conclusion: we will be subjected to the "White Helmet, Black Jersey, White Pants" combination, with the added insult of black shoes.
Let's dissect this, shall we? This isn't just a uniform combo; it's a statement. A Rorschach test for our collective psyche.
First, the White Helmet. The White Helmet, in the grand pantheon of Buffs headwear, is the color of a blank slate. A fresh start. The color of surrender, not in the sense of defeat, but in the sense of letting go of the past. It's the visual equivalent of a cleanse. It’s what you wear when you want to signal to the world, “We are no longer the team that wears all-black to look intimidating. We are now the team that wears all-white to look… clean.” It’s a passive-aggressive move, a subtle act of defiance against the very concept of a "uniform." It's like serving a five-course meal on a paper plate. It screams, "I am a maverick, but a maverick who really, really wants to do his laundry."
But then, they pair this beacon of purity with a Black Jersey. Ah, the Black Jersey. The classic. The home-field staple. The color of night, of intimidation, of fear. The color that says, "We are the Buffaloes, and we will trample you into the dirt." It's the color of tradition, of the McCartney era, of the legendary teams that ran roughshod over the Big Eight. The Black Jersey, in its unadulterated form, is a magnificent and powerful thing. But when paired with the White Helmet, it's neutered. It's a leather jacket over a polo shirt. A Viking helmet on a mime. It's a visual paradox that a lesser mind would dismiss as a simple contrast, but I, in my enlightened agony, see it for what it truly is: a cry for help. A schizophrenic plea from a team that can’t decide if it wants to be the "Bad Boys of Boulder" or the "Good Guys of Google."
And the White Pants? Oh, the White Pants. The most tragic element of this whole affair. They are the sartorial equivalent of a surrender flag. A clean white surrender flag, mind you, because we're nothing if not pristine. They break the visual flow. They turn the team from a cohesive, menacing unit into a series of disconnected, floating torsos. They create a visual dead zone between the intimidating black jersey and the utterly-unfathomable-why-we-are-wearing-this-on-a-Saturday-in-the-fall-at-home-with-a-black-jersey black shoes. It’s like a tuxedo with sweatpants. The team runs onto the field and you don't think "unstoppable force," you think "someone left the bleach in too long."
And finally, to cap off this monument to fashionably-challenged decision-making, we have the Black Shoes. Black shoes, on white pants. It’s the visual equivalent of a punch to the gut. The lack of continuity is staggering. It’s the final, fatal flaw in this uniform combo. It's the architectural mistake that brings the entire structure crumbling down. It's a metaphor for the chaos of the universe, the inexplicable choices that govern our lives. Why black shoes? Why not gold? Why not white? The answer, my friends, is simple: because logic has no place in this uniform combination. This is not about winning football games. This is about challenging our very perception of what it means to be a "well-dressed" football team. It's a test of our resolve.
So, when the team trots out onto the field this week, and the dreaded white helmet, black jersey, white pants, and black shoes combination is confirmed, don't be angry. Don't throw your remote. Simply nod, with the quiet, world-weary understanding of a true connoisseur of collegiate uniform blunders. This is our burden to bear. This is our cross to carry. This is the price we pay for being Buffs fans. We are a people of tradition, of excellence, of the majestic black and gold. And yet, this week, we are also a people who will look at our team and quietly whisper, "What in the world are they wearing?" And that, my friends, is a prediction I stand by.
| Game | Opponent | Location | Uniform | My Rating |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Georgia Tech | Boulder, CO | Helmet - Gold Facemask - Black Jersey - Old School Black with White Numbers and Shoulder Stripes to Honor Coach Mac Pants - Gold Socks - White Shoes - Black | A Can't go wrong with the classic. |
| 2 | Delaware | Boulder, CO | ||
| 3 | Houston | Houston, TX | ||
| 4 | Wyoming | Boulder, CO | ||
| 5 | BYU | Boulder, CO | ||
| 6 | TCU | Fort Worth, TX | ||
| 7 | Iowa State | Boulder, CO | ||
| 8 | Utah | Salt Lake City, UT | ||
| 9 | Arizona | Boulder, CO | ||
| 10 | West Virginia | Morgantown, WV | ||
| 11 | Arizona State | Boulder, CO | ||
| 12 | Kansas State | Manhattan, KS | ||
| CCG | TBD | Arlington, TX |
Week 1:
