Good times...


Note the drumsticks in my hands, a symbol of defiance of such assfaced NCAA rules like "no artificial noisemakers." They are as stupid as the Third Reich declaring war on America. As stupid as Decca ditching the Beatles. As stupid as Art Modell and Robert Irsay moving their respective NFL teams behind their former cities' backs.

That Bob Rogers, bless his heart, he must have felt like the sickest old man in San Jose, if not California, if not the entire country last Saturday night. I am watching the CIF State Volleyball Division I final between Lakewood and Nevada Union. If I was there, and the Lancers got that 26th point in Game 4, I would have taken off my shirt and waved like a rally towel at a football match in the Middle East. It was that good.

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