Women’s College World Series
1 Seed Oregon Ducks vs 5 Seed Washington fuskies
And for those of you that have missed out on that weird-o Duckman Quack guy, he wrote something pretty cool in a fanpost that’s fitting for today. So this poem brought to you by Duckman Quack- wherever he or she is!
I hate you.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee from the end of my tail feathers to the tip of my bill. If you never existed, I’d hate you still.
Like a tech-worker fanboy, I hate from afar. I see your pass-tossers toss passes that would miss a parked car.
Your fans and your players and team full of Jakes, Soon each will fall to the mighty man-drakes.
Oh, how you cry, and whimper, and moan! Whenever a rain falls over what you call home.
Though your dark, stinky city resembles a pit, You merely adopted the rain, we were born in it.
You love your trophies made of papier-mâché, Patting your back with a “those were the days.”
But deep in your heart, and you know that it’s true, Us Webfoots will always be better than you.