I won’t bore with the minutiae like that fact that these two combined for 42% of the total votes in this Death Match. Or that Miller accumulated 408 votes to Tad’s 378. Popular? Sure. Savage? Undoubtedly.
Look into the Colorado Carnium’s eyes:
Yes. This image is saved as "Tad's Eyes."
Do you see an ounce of sane in there? What in the world do those eyes say? Victory comes to mind. So do bat feces and DGAF. Tad rolled his way into the finals, abusing Monty, Dawkins, and CRob.
But now I’m not about to run back Whooping’s request to catch the ball. There’s enough viciousness in that GIF to frighten even Joseph Kony. Instead I’ll remind you that Miller so furiously doesn’t give a rat’s tail that he suspended his starting point guard indefinitely right before his team’s 2012 Pac-12 tournament debut. Holy mind F as he’s about to obliterate Ben Howland and his spineless suspension policies (on the court, of course).
The time is now. The ‘ship is here. Miller. Boyle.
Swift blows, heavy hits, judo chops, piledrivers, closely contested bouts. Whatever verbiage you’d like to use here, four men are moving on. Four are gone. Eight remain. [insert the striking of Zeus’ bolt, here]
The 8/9 matchup opened tight. Altman and the Nike brass threw all they could at sweet LoRo until they became just another moment that MJ will list as a failure for his post-third-retirement This is Why I Succeed poster. Reality of it is that the HecEd Hammer ended Dana; slapping him up and down the ring with a stack of Uncle Phil’s Benjamin’s until he cried “uncle” because Altman looks like a dude who needs to surrender by saying “uncle.”
Soon after the cleanup crew scraped the neon out of the mat, Boyle and Monty took center stage and this one went the distance. The eno-weathered veteran used his tact, wit, and GSW mandated self-defense to stay close to the thunder paws of the Colorado Cranium who never quite controlled the match but does appear to have the ability to kill a bear (see below). Alas, Tad advances.
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And then the Westwood Wailer and Capacious Corvallian decided to go ahead and take it to another level. Or was it a match no one wanted to win? However you slice it, this bout was decided by three votes. Three votes. Or roughly two fewer halves than Reeves Nelson was suspended for prior to being ousted not unlike his maligned coach by the biggest of Beavers.
The final tilt was not your classic case of saving the best for last as it was indeed the worst for last. Whooping took the Tempe Terror to task and didn’t look back. He received the most votes (110) in annihilating the Herbivore who received the fewest (35) then curled up in James Harden’s beard for a soft cry.
Be ready, get ready as Round 2 begins tomorrow and you know the top-4 seeds are itching to battle.
In fact, Bruizin’ Boozin’ Bozo just ate the entire backside of a cow and washed it down with a bottle of Jack while doing his clown makeup and staring down Ichabod who was simultaneously juggling (borrowing Bozo’s flaming juggling daggers) and holding crane posses for Miyagi in a fruitless effort to get the Cruel Cardinal to smile while he watched the Worst Cry Ever on repeat utterly stone faced. Of course K was just in the corner chewing metal.