Now the Beasman LOVES Stoops, ready for Pope to rope-a-dope Cardinals

With a pair of wins over S.E.C. opponents, Mark Stoops is suddenly the celebrated son in Lexington. The Beasman checks in with Larry Minner to brag on UK football and warn all U of Smell Cardinals that they is about to mop up their own blood off the Yum Center floor when the Cats come a-callin'

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Anyway ball game tomorrow night. People are excited at eight
o'clock in the caf'sy Young Center and just the rivalry
is off. Wait a minute, bass kiftball in my bridge?
I can't all right, I'll give you a couple of minutes.
Go ahead, Oh.

Speaker 2 (00:15):
This cat cat? Yeah? Remember hold them times I said
we ought to throw Stoops off the bridge. Yeah, throw
them tapes in the trash. I love Stoops now, stoop
stoop stoop. Let's give Stoops a lifetime contract before he
enlist you tries to steal him from the Cats. No, gonig,

(00:38):
The Cats is gonna make the playoffs after all. We
is you a key and we is ready to tack
everybody's jaw till they put us in the playoffs.

Speaker 1 (00:48):
That's not happen.

Speaker 2 (00:49):
We take the spot that Losierville thought they was gonna get.
But all too bad. So sad Loserville done lost to
another one. Does something by the freshman quarterback who you
Miller fined the Brahm squads. Cat Fins is ready for
the greatest week since twenty twelve when coach cow still

(01:11):
knew what he was doing. Yeah, poor little brother loser
Bills about to have the worst week since Katrina Powell
give slick rick a hickey in a restaurant booth. You'
all lost to California in football, and now the basketball
catch is ready to prove one more time. This ain't

(01:31):
even a rivalry, calls him steak at Cardinals never win.
What rivalry? It's more like an annual beat down. Not tomorrow,
and get your little cardinal beats broke off again. You
discussed and snaggletooth, crossy g eedy fucking carjackets, fash and
grabbed gun tote, slaging fants linebard backwards cap child's a
poor dodging man wearing their rings. Dick tattoo, moron, you

(01:53):
lost my cardinal fans. Y'all tuckle that smack, but you
can't back it up. Cats It on a gomma wreck,
you pontyhead loser bill gay hoes. They said Mark Pope
had the jury duty and he ain't even jurish. What
getting Larry don't matter if you, okay, got no coach.
The Kentucky players is all five stars, so they all

(02:15):
just go out there and crush fowls. You okay, is
gonna make it rain so high in the scum center
that your magic coach. Better stand on a chair.

Speaker 1 (02:26):
I'll make it stuff.

Speaker 2 (02:28):
U Okay, reigning threes gonna be a record breaker. Cats
by night a cat's by night. Nay, old big boo,
just another chapter the U O K. Scrap Book in
the ulus mall Haunted house. You always too afraid to
play us at Christmas, So now the Cats is gonna
run loser del Thanksgiving. It don't matter if y'all want

(02:50):
to play Easter Sunday. You O Kay's gonna turn out
your lights every time because you suck. You ain't big time,
he say, say, like Kentucky, just dollar store, Charleston, South Carolina,
where your madget coach come from. He ain't built for
the big show. Larry and your boyfriend Slick Rick. He

(03:11):
just got blasted by Aler Bammer from the SACA. You
just facing. You always wasn't nobody, and you always is
gonna be a nobody. Ah see this cat cat up
in this week brings extra pain. Of course, Clemson's coming
to town to beat your sucky football team again. I

(03:33):
love it, you all said.

Speaker 1 (03:35):
The U. A K.

Speaker 2 (03:35):
Quarterback ain't no good, But now he's a winner. And
the Uless Mill big shot quarterback is doing all the sucking.
It's a Christmas miracle. Come early, Uless Mill's favorite song.
All we do is lose, lose, lose, keep baking Big Blue.
They should laugh. You watch a cardinal convict Dad, Big

(03:57):
Dad drunk for breakfast, gang bank boat stamps say and
graffee Peyton the eletter at socialist Communists. You lets mail
try baby fans from you have the worst week ever.
You botch a wild cat wannabes. Let's get rid of
this series because you lest spiled never wins. We want
ballor you want ballor but that always it will be

(04:18):
slightly competitive, you chuck Leary. I'll call you Wednesday, and
if the other guy answers the phone, then I'll know
you jumped off a bridge. Even the fish don't want
to hang around with a bald haired loser like you. Cats.
Cats class meat them, dirty birds mate them, dirty birds

(04:41):
call cats gold blue. Can't talking forever?

Speaker 1 (04:46):
Have your fun before the games. I'll be calling you
tomorrow night late. You'll be hiding there with your pillow
over your head, asking somebody to snuff it out on you.
It seems like a pleasant guy to hang out with.
Just again,