Desperate times....

Desperate times call for desperate measures.  Cast about in a sea of road losses, I've turned to some admittedly extreme measures to help turn back the tide of losing.

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Oh Jobu, voodoo god of road victories, I beseech you for mercy.  For far too long have you punished your flock.  For 3 long years, through 18 excruciating defeats, you have deemed us unworthy of your love.

I have been faithful.  Assured others you would come.  I offered you cigar..

and rum...

I even sacrificed a whole chicken...

I'm pissed off now, Jobu. Look, I good to you. I stick up for you. You don't help me now, I say "Fuck you," Jobu, I do it myself.

Go Buffs!