I've had my fill.

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41-10. I can take no more. I've had my fill.

I've had my fill of noon starts.

I've had my fill of Dave Sims.

I've had my fill of post-game babble such as "And we're heading in the right direction, contrary to what others might want to think. Everybody thinks it's presto. It isn't that way. OK." (Greg Robinson, November 10, 2007).

I've had my fill of an athletic director who continues to try and sell me screendoors for my submarine.

I've had my fill of being the laughing stock of the national media.

I've had my fill of having more rushing attempts than rushing yards.

I've had my fill of missed tackles.

I've had my fill of dropped passes.

I've had my fill of walking to the Dome thinking not "can we win" but rather "how bad will we get beat today?"

I've had my fill of running backs jaunting through holes that could accomodate 18-wheelers.

I've had my fill of announcers saying a field goal is a "victory" for Syracuse.

I've had my fill of no improvement over a three year period.

I've had my fill of 25,000 empty seats on game day.

I've had my fill of retired numbers.

I've had my fill of not being able to convert a 3rd and 1.

I've had my fill of quick kicks.

I've had my fill of new uniforms.

I've had my fill of Buffalo as a new rival.

I've had my fill of three-and-outs.

I've had my fill of the Big East basement.

I've had my fill.