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I still have no idea what to think about Roy and the fiasco he just dropped, so I'll leave it up to my fellow students and their assorted statements from the Free-for-All:
Hey, Roy, thanks for all the memories. We´ll miss hearing you say “freakin"
Roy, I´ve defended you since the day you came here 15 years ago and I have to say I have never felt so disrespected
Now that Roy Williams is leaving, what are we going to call Late Night? You can´t say `Late Night with Bill Self.´ And what are we going to yell before the games? You can´t say, “Bill, Bill, Bill.” And “Bill´s Place?” That just sucks.
Ruck Foy.
Oh, I get it, Roy. What you meant to say was, “I could give a shit about the 13 players in the locker room.”
Dadgum. Freakin´ dadgum.
Dean Smith is the Antichrist.
Roy, you made my grandma cry. And I´m not too happy, either.
Posted by Kyle at 06:24 PM | Category: Fun with Balls