Howdy folks! After the Superregionals last week, 50-48 posted a brief but grammatically sound update as to its intricacies, but we did so from our crappy Tallahassee motel room, which evaporated soon after the post, denying us the ability to send our customary email update to all you devoted readers. Similarly, we returned home after the glorious conquest in the hopes of putting our pictures from the decisive game on the blog, so you could feel what it was like to experience that monumental victory first hand. Again we were thwarted, as the internet connection at 50-48 headquarters is unable to accomodate such technological leaps. But now, we are confident that the day will be won. Behold!
Batting practice!
More batting practice, with gratuitous scoreboard shot.
The Hogs gather in their usual huddle before taking infield practice.
Introducing the lineups.
The Hogs take the field!
First pitch!
What we here at 50-48 assumed would be the last pitch, as we were up 2, with two outs and two strikes. This was the beginning of our potential demise, as a Seminole rally gave them three runs and the lead in the top of the ninth.
But no matter! Fuck all, we win anyway on Mr. Darr's walkoff double in the bottom of the ninth! Let the dogpiling begin!
And let it continue!
The Seminoles console themselves as the Hogs continue to celebrate.
SPORTSMANSHIP! Thanks, college baseball, for teaching us all a lesson.
The mighty Diamond Hogs leave the field, discussing potential in-flight drinks on the plane ride to Omaha.
50-48 and fellow Razorbacks mill around, waiting for the Hogs to reappear after the game was over and the dejected Seminole fans had long since gone home.
Brett Eibner, center fielder on Friday, pitcher on Saturday, signs some autographs.
Some painted-up Hog fans pose for a photo!
The FSU Circus! Yes, no shit. Florida State University has its own self-sustaining circus. Students can participate as an elective. THAT. IS. AWESOME. 50-48 would like to thank everyone in Tallahassee and everyone at FSU, all of whom were surprisingly nice, considering some of the horror stories about them that we had heard from Gator fans who deride them as troglodytes and glue-sniffers.
And thus ends the first-ever 50-48 pictorial retrospective. Maybe we'll do it again during football season. Maybe not. Regardless, we have a difficult game against Fullerton tomorrow, and 50-48's stupid job keeps us from going to Rosenblatt Stadium to watch it live and take more pictures for you. No matter. We'll be watching on television, and we know you will be, too. Granted, Fullerton is the best baseball team we've seen all season, but if you had asked any reasonable college baseball fan whether or not we would have slaughtered Oklahoma as we did, or whether we would come up with a road sweep of FSU, they would have said you were crazy. Thus derives our eternal optimism. GO HOGS GO! BEAT THE TITANS!
50-48
Fuck Texas
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