Men becoming wolves for realsies.Wildcats. Wild. Cats. The Bethune-Cookman Wildcats come to town in the first game of the Chicago Invitational Challenge. Some things I did not know about Bethune-Cookman? Their logo is HARSH. It's like some coked out cat made love to a mood ring. Also did not know they hailed from Daytona Beach. So we meet again, you God forsaken soulless stretch of second-rate hotels, third-rate beach shops, and fourth-rate people. Feel free to share retarded things you did in Daytona down below if you like. I'll start.
I made a bad decision, got punched coming out of a bathroom stall, fell over and drilled my face on the toilet paper dispenser and now have a small scar on my left cheek. The end. Wasn't Daytona awesome?!
Ken Pomeroy does not like-a the juice. For stats nerds like myself, Ken Pomeroy is the alpha and the omega. The macaroni and the cheese. The Captain and Tennille. That's why it hurts so bad that he has us rated at #294 at the moment based on our first two games. Seems to think we've been lucky against very bad teams. He also hates our offense. But have seen how gritty we are? Our intangibles are off the map, Poms. That has to count for something.
Eyes burning. Interview with Juwan Staten: good idea. Learning to transcribe interviews in a manner that's legible: better idea.
This week in hate. Xavier grabbed a victory over a good Missouri down in Puerto Rico. They celebrated with a customary poverty dance.
I'd like to kiss you on the mouth, Dana O'Neil. Not only does Dana shout us out regularly, she also writes kick-ass articles on the shady ethics of recruiting. Huggins has already shit in a box and sent it express overnight to Ms. O'Neil's doorstep.
Que? Next Tuesday's opponent, Mercer, is 3-0 with wins at Auburn and Alabama. Seriously? That puffy motherfucker in the picture is leading that team? He looks like some seven-year-old paste-eater's head was forced onto a 22-year-old's body. Nonetheless, consider us on upset alert.
Am I crazy for wanting this? This.
It's my blog and I'll do what I want. Word. At least give me this and I'll quietly accept death when it comes tomorrow at noon.
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I just had a nightmare reading Ms. O'Neil's article and learning that Beasley almost went to Charlotte.
Daytona story...had a girl in my hotel room...she peed in my roommates suitcase. Good laughs had by all. Except my roommate.
Why did...the interview with Staten have these pauses in the questions? Did my high school psychology teacher give that interview? Aren't you cats from Strongsville? Did you ever.........enjoy the teaching of Denise Youngblood?
That interview was actually harder to follow than anything I post. The guy could have saved some time and just asked one question: Juwan, why are you going to a shitty school that no one has ever heard of?
Daytona story.
Went to a bar called Nicely's way off the strip. Drank half a dozen pitchers with a one-eyed biker named Raven who was certain his ecstasy deal had went down the shitter. After his pager, yeah pager, went off, he offered this parting koan, "Never trust anyone."
Consider yourself warned.
jersey...I thought it was common knowledge that Beasley almost went to Charlotte. If Huggins was still at UC (and with this assistant that was at Charlotte), then it would have been Beasley, OJ Mayo, and Billy Walker. Could you imagine that shit?
I just shit my pants. That and I am scared of that much thuggery in one place.
Holy F.... That's some low down dirty shit. Why can't Gregory be a dirty coach? It's more fun to be hated and win, than be loved and lose.... said the Yankee fan.
How did I not know that? I'm a fan of college basketball in general as well as the Fight'n Flyers and that one slipped past me.
(/consults google)
It says right here Dr. Michael Beasley MD, Plastic Surgery located in Charlotte NC...wait wrong link...
EUREKA! I found it. Wow. I'm gonna pop that little nugget of trivia on my friends.
Never went to Daytona, but my former roommate got a tug from a tranny in Panama once. Mid stroke he saw the bulge down there, and claims he left on the spot.
I also drunkenly tipped over a Port-O-Potty with a heroin junkie inside. It was 4 AM and I needed to piss walking back to the hotel, and the door thing was green. I opened the door and saw a 40 year old guy shooting up, and got angry. So I tipped it over and walked away. Got back to the hotel and took the best piss ever.
Both of those stories are 100% true.
Daytona Story:
I knew a guy who got high and drunk one day in Daytona, met a "local" and banged her. The next night he was walking down the beach and saw the same girl doing what he thinks might have been a homeless man.
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