I've been suspecting this for several months now, but I think I finally have proof. I don't speak Hawaiinese fluently but I think these dudes are saying (roughly translated):
If you beat us and hurt our sweet Colt,
Your foes will rejoice with feasts of coconuts
As you never win big game again.
You'll fall to the weak
And your dog will always be sick.
I think Hawai'i put a curse on us. I'm no expert on the black arts, but I'm familiar with the concept of cause and effect. Since that game, our beloved play-by-play man has gotten so frail as to be unable to call games, we've gotten our asses handed to us repeatedly by good teams, we've lost in the most excruciating ways possible to average teams, we've lost a mascot, another mascot has gotten dreadfully sick, we've gotten arrested, and the mood of our fanbase is as bad as I've ever seen. How else to explain this much bad stuff happening to one program in such a short period of time?
Quinton
UPDATE:
Quinton's observation leads me to construct a slightly different, yet related, theory that Colt Brennan brought one of these to Mark Richt before the Sugar Bowl. And he's been wearing it around his neck ever since.
No! CMR, the tiki gives you bad juju!Dawgnoxious
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