Holy goat balls! How did that happen? HOW! DID! THAT! HAPPEN?!!?!

A sack with less than a minute remaining on the Cougars’ 2-point conversion attempt all but crushed our hopes at victory. There’s no way that the Coogs can recover an onside kick. Even if they did, they’d never get into field goal range. Even if they got into field goal range our atrocious kicking game would surely screw us… but, the stars aligned. Our moon was in the house of Jupiter or something like that. Fifty-one yards later a hero was born.

Matt Hogan’s career long field goal of 51 yards (that most definitely would have been good from 71 yards) capped the greatest moment in Cougar football history that I’ve ever witnessed. All of the improbable became reality. Last second field goal for the win, FTW!!!! Greatest win ever? Greatest win ever.

Most of the FaF writing staff ventured up to Bubba’s for the game. It was teeming with Cougar supporters. There wasn’t an empty seat in the place. Except, all seats were abandoned for those final moments of the game. Everyone in red was on their feet to watch the special teams save the day. When that football sailed through the uprights – with yards and yards to spare – the place went nuts. People were on tables. People were running around like idiots. Pipez and I shared an uncomfortably long hug jumping up and down having no other idea how to celebrate. There was a woman sitting at the table behind us that was holding her face as she bawled her eyes out. It was truly a frenzy.

By now, you’ve surely read all that the interwebz has to offer about the game. I’m not going to attempt to bore you with details. I haven’t even come to terms with the victory yet. There were only two words that I could repeat last night through this morning, “holy shit.” There aren’t two better words to sum up everything that happened. I suppose that “Graham, put that in your pipe and smoke it,” does a pretty damned good job as well. Nothing but journalistic professionalism from the likes of Tom Franklin.

One thing is certain. Matt Hogan has earned himself a collegiate career full of poontang. If the rest of his teammates haven’t already offered up their girlfriends, groupies and mothers to Hogan then there is something wrong with this world. Give the man you love and adoration but more importantly give the man your sex, ladies. Hogan’s already proven to have balls the size of a bull’s. There’s no need to question that.

So, thanks Tulsa for the memories. It was hard to do, but this win was entirely more satisfying than the 70-30 stomping that we put on you last year. Let’s keep this up. We’ll punch you in the face, year in and year out and you keep coming back for more… Does that sound like a plan? Is there a way for me to express that in a picture? I’m glad you asked. There is definitely a way for me to express myself photographically…

“Who is that crass, classless, asshole Houston Cougar fan? I bet he’s a writer for Fourth and Fifty. He’s diluting the Cougar brand, devaluing the glorious UH degree. Potential employers will have seen this picture and will now fail to hire University of Houston graduates. Shame on you. Shame on you, Fourth and Fifty. More like Fourth and Filthy, if you ask me.” – Coogfans’d

I can say no more… Have at in the comments, fellas. Consider this your open thread.

- Septimus Rex

[That last picture is from the Tulsa World... and wow]