Lol, the 3 legged monkey will never leave my memory.
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I have PTSD from the 3 legged monkey.
I remember think, yeah streaming content will never catch on. What is this thing called Amazon?
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I have not been to too many watch parties in recent years.
The Firehouse is now a new restaurant owned by the same Coog Owner, rebranded and re-themed. I believe the Coogs still meet up there.
I recently joined the Facebook page for NY Coogs, until the pandemic I was not involved in FB but needed to sign up for work related reasons. I will keep this board informed about their goings-on.
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I was onboard at that time.
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I was here (or there).
I began under âRed, White and Coog,â but changed it to Lawbert eventually because a switch in board providers would not allow spaces in board names.
Some of the best topics covered from the old days that I remember/enjoyedâŠ
Why Benedict Briles used to wear long sleeves.
Blue in the uniform
Skinny UH
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I was on from the beginning. When one of the other boards came on someone (despite my best efforts to determine who) stole my handle. So Coog57 on Twitter and other boards is not me.
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Palm trees
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Hardcore requirement for the EZF
and checkered board endzones.
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I still get sad when when I think about that beautiful art deco style being lost. I wish we had invested the money to close off the endzones and brought the stadium up to code, but kept the original style of Robertson stadium.
Donât get me wrong, I am grateful for TDECU, but I feel like we traded off something special for something new. The TDECU feel is more corporate and generic with the piped in music and half the fans standing in concourses or hiding in the club the whole dang game. sighâŠ
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This close to getting that sucker. 
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Since 1999 with same username and avatar.
It must have been after 2002 because i was already out in Cali. My Dad told me about both the Den and Coogfans, its been a great way to keep up with Coogs despite being out of town.
I was on that board as miamicoog (I was living in Miami at the time)
Iâm one of a handful of people who had the âpleasureâ of dealing with DCraig on AOL in the late 1990s. He was a truly psychotic POS. He managed to find his way to the original (flash.net) Cougars Den in 2000 or so. Shasta66 banned DCraig in short order, but I copied and saved this epic takedown of him (written on that board shortly after the UH-UT game of 2000) for prosperity. Enjoy!
Please excuse my friend Dcraig. He is nothing short of jubilant after last Saturdayâs game. D. had been looking forward to this game for months, if not years. All heâs been able to talk about since January is about how the Longhorns âget to b!tch-slap Cougar Highâ on September 23rd. He was so keyed-up about the game that he didnât get any sleep the entire week before kickoff, and heâs been so ecstatic about UTâs victory that he hasnât slept since, either. With all the celebratory drinking that D. has been doing since Saturdayâs game, youâd think Texas just won the national championship or something. Hell, last night they had to throw him out of Oilcan Harryâs due to his rowdy behavior.
Of course, D. isnât so much of a Texas supporter as much as he is a Houston hater. Most âOrangebloodsâ donât even like him. Besides, D. knows what the rest of us Texas fans are grudgingly coming to accept: that the 'Horns are a has-been on the national football scene who havenât won a national championship since 1969 or finished in the top 10 since 1983, that the balance of football power in the state permanently shifted over to College Station about fifteen years ago, that the Longhorn football program has been a perennial underachiever since Saint Darrell left, that UT might never see another national championship in football again, and so on.
But right now none of that matters to D. All he cares about is that Texas beats Houston. D. has an unhealthy obsession for the University of Houston. He absolutely hates UH. His hatred for UH consumes him; it identifies him. Let me tell you about itâŠ
A few weeks ago, D. went to see UTâs womens soccer team play UHâs womens soccer team. This isnât because D. likes womens soccer. In fact, he hates soccer. He had to go, though, just because UT was playing UH. âGotta go see the 'Horns whoop up on Cougar High!â he said. Well, needless to say he wasnât too happy when yâallâs soccer team beat the Lady Horns 3-2 in overtime. He came back from the game ranting and raving. He even called NCAA headquarters in Overland Park and asked them to investigate UHâs womens soccer program because âthey had to be cheatingâ if they beat Texas. The NCAA hung up on him.
Not long after that D. called and woke me up early in the morning to exclaim to me that US News & World Reportâs annual college rankings had just come out and that the University of Houston was once again ranked in Tier Four. âThis proves that a degree from Cougar High is worthless!â D. told me. I tried to explain to him that the US News rankings were arbitrary, meaningless and devoid of academic value and that he is probably the only person who reads that third-rate newsweekly, but that didnât damper his enthusiasm.
I could go on and on about D.'s obsession. He has one room in his house that is devoted to his hatred of UH - itâs like something straight out of âAce Ventura; Pet Detective.â Stuffed cougar toys hang from nooses dangling from the ceiling. Yellowed newspaper clippings bearing headlines like â60-40â and â66-15â cover the walls. Thereâs a Bill Yeoman dartboard in the corner, and âCougar High Sucksâ is etched into the furniture.
You know those stickers people put on their car that show the little boy peeing on something, like a Ford or a Chevy logo? D. is the only guy I know who has a sticker on his car of the boy peeing on an interlocking UH. He said he had to special order it from the sticker printing company. Heâs very proud of it.
Yep, my friend D. has a problem. He did go to see the shrink about his affliction, and Iâm very proud of him for doing that. The shrink diagnosed him as having an âacute neurotic fixationâ with the University of Houston. D. was told that this type of affliction was not rare. It has been clinically proven that 98% of all Aggies have an acute neurotic fixation with the University of Texas. The shrink told D. that his acute neurotic fixation stems from his own feelings of personal inferiority: in order to feel better about his own miserable life, he must âlash outâ at something towards which he harbors a great deal of anguish and repressed jealousy. There is medication available, but itâs kinda expensive. Being an underemployed accountant, he really doesnât have a lot of money to spend on drugs; what little money he does have gets spent on viagra, minoxidil and alcohol.
Through conversations with D. over the years, I have come to understand why he harbors such seething hatred and envy towards the University of Houston. You see, olâ D. actually attended the University of Houston back in the late '60s; he transferred in after a couple of years at San Jacinto College. He had a bit of a drug problem back then, though, and wasnât doing too well in his classes. He failed a couple of courses, had run-ins with a couple of professors, and was threatened with expulsion if he didnât get his act together. Being the drugged-up wanna-be hippie that he was, he refused to take responsibility for his own actions and accused UH of âbringing him down.â He decided to transfer to a more âliberalâ institution, and was somehow accepted to UT on a probationary status.
D. liked it at Texas. The drugs were easier to come by, and (being the Mississippi-born, Pasadena-bred trailer trash that he is) he felt more comfortable among the lily-white UT student body than he did at the diverse UH. But the workload was still hard and he dropped out within a few months of transferring. Over the next few years, though, he got his life cleaned up to the point where he could get an internship at the accounting department at Southwestern Bell, and later went through their management trainee program. His time in Austin made him a die-hard Longhorn fan.
For several years D. didnât even think about UH or what had happened to him there. But that all changed in the mid-70s, when UH was finally admitted into the Southwest Conference and immediately started kicking everybodyâs butt, including UTâs. Dcraig began to resent UHâs presence in the SWC and that, coupled with bad memories of his experiences there, caused his anger to snowball.
The shrink says that the root of D.'s hatred for UH is really a hatred of himself, and that he is simply projecting his self-hatred on the University of Houston. According to the shrink, the University of Houston is D.'s Waterloo. All of his failures in life can be traced back to his failures there. If he had taken his studies seriously back then, he might today be a successful businessman instead of a bitter, barely-self-employed bean-counter. But itâs easier to blame something else than to admit that you screwed up, so he blames UH for his life and despises it accordingly.
Anyway, I donât know if D. is going to seek any help for his mental illness. D. really thinks that his God-ordained purpose on earth is to spite UH. Dcraig revels in whatever misfortunes the University of Houston might have, either on or off the field, because they make him feel better. He told me that when he dies he wants an interlocking U H with a circle and slash over it to be etched into his headstone.
The internet has been a huge enabler for Dcraigâs neurosis. It allows him to âlash outâ at the University of Houston in an attempt to satiate his rage and inflict damage on the enemy. D. thinks that, by insulting and upsetting UH fans, he is somehow âhurtingâ the University of Houston. He derives pleasure from writing posts that anger UH fans, even if they are factually incorrect or racist or whatever. And he likes to disrupt Cougar-related discussions. In fact, he all but shut down the UH and C-USA chat boards over on AOL.
Let me tell you, folks: any post with the name âDcraigâ attached to it is going to be some hate-filled invective drenched with envy, self-pity, lies and racism. His posts have no redeeming intellectual or didactic value. They are just the delusional rantings of a mentally disturbed person who is trying to bring himself up by bringing everybody else down.
The best thing you can do is to ignore him. Donât even read his posts. They are intended to do nothing other than provoke anger and outrage and every time you respond to D.'s tirades you are playing into his hands and enabling his mental illness. It is my hope that, once Dcraig sees that his posts arenât having their intended effect, he will become bored and seek help for his mental illness. Right now, he spends every waking hour drinking and disrupting UH message boards. He doesnât even notice that his wife is cheating on him because he no longer gives her pleasure. Itâs all really unhealthy.
Of course, he could also become the Charles Whitman of the 21st century, and climb his way to the top the cupola on the UH architecture building with a high-powered rifle. I worry what his obsession will drive him to do if he doesnât get help soon.
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I was on since the flash.net Cougars Den days too. What ever happened to the owner of that site?
Kudos to the guys keeping Coogfans going over all these years.
End zone Facility, Should Texans draft VY? The coming realignment of 2010âŠhot topics of the day.
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I was on AOL in DCraig days as well.
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As was I, back in the day.
It all started with AOL and the original Cougarâs Den on flash.net back when I was in law school at UH in the mid-90s.
Then tristateâs original coogfans.com came along.
The original cougarâs den moved to Rivals, and the original coogfans to scout.com.
Now coogfans is independent again; scout became Cougar Digest on 247sports.
The Rivals board still exists, but is practically dead and is an all pay board. Cougar Digest is a mostly pay board and is only a shadow of its former self. AOLâŠwellâŠthatâs history of course.
Coogfans.com remains the King. The one âgo-toâ spot for FREE UH fan discussion.
Of course, there have been a couple of rebel âbreakawayâ boards, one of which was particularly embarrassingâŠthat one no longer exists, mercifully.
The other still existsâŠbut I only look at it a handful of times per yearâŠitâs more for snark than serious discussion.
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Same here. Been on since the flash.net days as an undergrad using the name Cougar Country then
King Cougpa. Funny thing about that last name. Always corrected people about the proper spelling of âCoogâ but had that moniker. lol I dont know. I just didnât like the way âKing Coogpaâ looked. 
Anywho, I thought âCoogfun.comâ was freaking wild. Literally. Wild West and stuff. lol
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