BombSquad

Cougar Nation, this is what you have been looking forward to all season... a chance to knock off 3A powerhouse David Lipscomb. Big game, stakes are anything but high. Goodpasture players, fans, friends, parents, students, teachers, and benefactors, no matter the outcome of Friday night's clash, always remember:

...Apparently, I don't speak Cheatham, so if someone would translate that I'd really appreciate it.

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Nice to see an excuse busted out before Friday. That is super. No offense, Bulldog, I think you have gotten everything out in the open and have moved on. It is truly a pleasure to be in a whole new classification. Everyone in 2A was simply weary of always talking about Public/Private, so they put in this whole multiplier thing to give a whole new set of schools a chance to pick up the slack. According to the other thread which was impressive, even to a veteran of the lock, I should take DL in a semi-landslide. So here it is, 34-0. ...And I tread on, doomed to the low road.

Tim, could we not have covered that it is going to be a close game within the original message? Just a thought. Keep that post count skyrocketing. I'm taking the Bobcats, strictly because I don't know much about the Tigers this year, and it seems to be my pattern that I banter with Greenbrier and move on to support them in the following weeks.

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I'll put this thread back up at the top to do my part to get it locked/moved, seeing as how that tends to happen often enough. Bulldog, I realize this is your way of dealing with Friday night. Whatever floats your proverbial boat. I decided to do a little reading and I found, well, nothing about this private advantage before the game. I did, however, find the following: ...Confident enough prior to the game. ...All about knocking heads and how DL won't be able to handle that. Not knocking wallets, knocking heads. So this is 3A football -- Noted.

The preceding was a "Public/Private Debate" comment. The first of its kind in CoachT history on a Lipscomb thread... Just keeping the readers updated. Until next time, this is Captain Obvious, signing off.

T-Minus 1 hour 12 minutes to lock... Go Dores!

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to take this opportunity to thank Confucius for gracing us with his astute commentary in pregame CoachT action. Lipscomb will play football and see if they can win. Page will play football and see if they can win. Someone will.

Come on now... I admit to having other names in the past. However, CoachT forced those names to retire, as well he should. Some of those names went out in a blaze of glory. Anyway, I break that headline-worthy story that to say that I am in no way associated with the shenanigans on this thread. Vandy1, I thought we had acheived a new level of internet-message-board-friendship, so I'll let this one go.

Perhaps both teams will come out, offenses blazing. I'm banking on a 5 or 6 Overtime finish. That will qualify it as an authentic barn burner. Depending on how much hay is in the barn, it could last even longer than your average barn burner. On the other hand, which happens to be the more popular of the two hands, it could be an ugly football game where the two teams don't combine for 25 points. Either way, it's got to be more interesting than this thread has been, so bring on Friday night at Reese Smith...

However, that's irrelevant

Interesting you should say that. You see, a very influential man in my life once told me a story. I don't remember it word for word, but the basis of it was that back in the day in Scotland, there were two roads. No, they did not to my knowledge diverge in a wood. Apparently, the two roads eventually led to the same place. Now, one road was at a higher altitude than the other, therefore claimed the title of The High Road. Thus, leaving the other with the coveted title of The Low Road. At this point the story turned into a musical of sorts, whereupon I learned that back then if "I take the high road and you take the low road, I'll get to Scotland a'fore thee." Now based on your post, if you are taking the high road, and I told you this story, that firmly entrenches me in the role of low rider. So, at this rate, you'll get to Scotland a'fore me. DL - 14 Page - 13 ...Just throwing it out there. I don't think I've ever been correct on a prediction. I've been way off many times though, so that's just one screenname's opinion.

Today we salute you, Mr. Greenbrier High School Football Fan. You've inspired the cheering world with your painted chests, and your elaborate cheers 47 minutes into the game. You've mastered the use of the "One person ruins a school's reputation" line. Tirelessly, you work through the week, taking valuable time out of every day to discuss Ohio football, all building up to Friday night. You infect hundreds every weekend with the ever contagious Cat Scratch Fever. So hop off those tractors and crack open an ice cold jug of sweet tea, Mr. Greenbrier High School Football Fan, yours are the contributions some of us thrive on here on CoachT.com. Great game last night, Bobcats. Good luck the rest of the regular season and part of the post season. I'll miss you.

Thanks Vandy1. Listen closely my Greenbrier constituent, I have said in past years, and still feel the same way: I most definitely respect the Greenbrier football program, I respect the few people I have met from Greenbrier. You're right though, I have fun on these message boards. My goal is not to get you or anyone else angry, it is to hopefully have a hilarious exchange between fans of two great schools. I've been burned by people on here before, even to the point of not having a response and hoping the thread would just die. Now, it's rare that someone gets the best of me, but you know, I welcome that day that someone finally "gets" me. Because then ol' BombSquad might just retire in favor of another screenname, but until then, you're stuck with this one. Look at the bright side, I am fluent in two languages: English and Sarcasm. Keep your eyes and ears open and who knows, perhaps you might crack a smile on these boards. If that doesn't work, let me know and I will be sure not to wear a nametag the next time I'm in Greenbrier. If you guys would like me to offer a workshop on sarcasm after one of those Anti-BombSquad Conventions, just let me know and we can enter into contract negotiations. Until then, you can find me either on these boards or taking care of my brand new tattoo. So Friday night, I'll be the guy with "CoachT.com's Ever" written down my left tricep and "Popular BombSquad" down the right one. Carry on.

Stratagem: A clever, often underhanded scheme for achieving an objective On the offensive side of the ball, the objective is to move the ball into favorable position with the final goal of scoring points. To achieve this feat, look for the running backs to seek out, find, and run through running lanes, holes if you will, in hopes of gaining positive yardage. Meanwhile, on the defensive side of the ball, the objective is to hinder and, if at all possible, stop the offense from gaining yards and/or scoring points. To cut back on the gainage of yardage, I expect the linebackers from both teams to be on the lookout for possible opportunities to make tackles, perhaps even deflect or intercept a pass of the shorter variety across the middle of the playing field. On the sidelines, the objective is to win, perhaps by a sizeable margin. Therefore, I look for the coaches from both teams to coach. No, not simply coach, but coach hard.

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Careful, Ted, the Phonics Fairies are swarming around these parts... I've got it as St. Ignace/Cheboygan. Regardless, I'm taking the Chiefs of Cheboygan in that one. But in the SAC, I am continuing my streak of darkhorse calls, look for the Sault Sainte Marie Blue Devils, who went 5-4 last year, to make some noise up there this season. Take not into account the irony of their name when considering the power of their football. As for the Fraser - Utica matchup, with Fraser at 168 and Utica at 51 according to pre-season strength rankings, I'm going to play the odds and take Fraser. Why not?

Speaking of mental mistakes, I now would like to introduce to the faithful readers of CoachT.com, a walking mental mistake: Ladies and gentlemen, a big round of applause for tenntyger!!!

...Wow

Yes, sportsfans, she really did bump this.

Wow, 2nd post of your career, and you're already gunnin' for me. Have they started offering an anti-BombSquad community workshop up there? Once again, it is a pleasure to see that I am making a difference in this world, and more importantly, on the populace of Greenbrier. Remember 3-2.

In the past I would have used this precious space to display some incredible highlight-worthy collection of sarcasm directed at Greenbrier. At this juncture in my career though, I simply use it to tell you a story. On a warm Friday night in August that’s really too hot to fit the warm night cliché, 8 high school heroes stand on the emblazoned crest of Greenbrier High School at the 50 yard line. Bobcats win the toss, elect to defer. Lipscomb will receive the kick. Good kick, Stangs pinned deep in their own territory. White jerseys fly around the field as the Bobcats come out roaring. Tackle for loss. A sack on the goal line. Is he in the endzone? Safety. Greenbrier leads 2-0. Mustang Nation left a little flat, but impressed that Greenbrier has electricity. Two minutes shy of four quarters later, the scoreboard reads the same score with 46 seconds remaining. Ball on the Greenbrier 22 yard line. Hull lining up his kick. Whistle blaring. Timeout Greenbrier. Hull lines it up again. Seeing as how the Bobcats have had a spectacular night in the clock management category, the whistle blows again. Timeout Greenbrier. Hull lines it up one more time. Ball is snapped. The thunder of boys who have worked so hard to attain their 180 pound frame colliding, each with the sole intention of demolishing the other, echoes in the intense silence of the stadium. Coaches, parents, fans and players alike contort their bodies in an effort to coax that airborne symbol of what these boys have worked so hard for, some for months, others even years. The best view in the stadium belongs to the 46 year old father of two who left his full-time job an hour and a half early tonight to be sure he made it to the game on time. As he looks up all his attention is focused on the ball. Now, to everyone else, he's the only thing that matters on this field. These people have spent an entire night in a southern paradise of runs, cheers, passes, fight songs and tackles, and now they await as one man decides whether the little bit of their Friday that remains will be spent in celebration or simply in recovery with that small lack of what could have been. As he raises both arms above his head, he brings pure elation to many, while his upright arms entail disappointment to many others. 42 seconds later, all warriors meet in the middle of that field, that field that has seen some of them bleed, all of them sweat, some of them make mistakes, some of them shine, and all of them make someone proud. Win or lose, all leave the field with some small feeling of contentment. DL 3 Greenbrier 2 ...You heard it here first.

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