may's day
Below, the aforementioned story in Monday's (4-4) edition of The Battalion, Texas A&M's finest news source. Okay, only news source- you think people actually read The Eagle? Bag it, Baggett.
You might have to register if you click the link above, so here it is below. I care about you so much I don't mind a little copy & paste:
[may 2 05 - I didn't mind, but the batt has other feelings. I know no one reads this, much less an old, but just edited entry and so do the powers that be (i'd imagine) but the thing's copyrighted and not by me. perfect from now on...]
Here is the tasteful graphic that ran alongside the story on the front page (honestly, it isn't so huge on the actual page):
[this wasn't really that cool either]
Don't know if that's going to show up, but you aren't really missing anything if it doesn't. Tonight's disappointing finale to this year's Dance is playing on my VCR in the background; I missed it live because I was at a friend's birthday dinner. As an ardent Duke fan, I was disappointed Roy Williams finally lost the albatross that'd been his constant companion. Choke artist no more, and he won it for his beloved UNC. Here it is: Augustine was no match for May (while he was in the game, anyway). Then again, no one was really able to put the clamps on big Sean. Then again, any team whose coach sports a disgusting orange blazer deserves to lose. This isn't the man himself, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Bruce Weber feels about like this anyway:
I think this is Kasparov, after losing to a computer. Garry- you may not be a woman, but Deep Blue is a machine! Though I'm loathe to admit it, so were the Heels.
Someday, the state of Illinois will experience the ineffable joy of basketball success.
Oh, nevermind.
You might have to register if you click the link above, so here it is below. I care about you so much I don't mind a little copy & paste:
[may 2 05 - I didn't mind, but the batt has other feelings. I know no one reads this, much less an old, but just edited entry and so do the powers that be (i'd imagine) but the thing's copyrighted and not by me. perfect from now on...]
Here is the tasteful graphic that ran alongside the story on the front page (honestly, it isn't so huge on the actual page):
[this wasn't really that cool either]
Don't know if that's going to show up, but you aren't really missing anything if it doesn't. Tonight's disappointing finale to this year's Dance is playing on my VCR in the background; I missed it live because I was at a friend's birthday dinner. As an ardent Duke fan, I was disappointed Roy Williams finally lost the albatross that'd been his constant companion. Choke artist no more, and he won it for his beloved UNC. Here it is: Augustine was no match for May (while he was in the game, anyway). Then again, no one was really able to put the clamps on big Sean. Then again, any team whose coach sports a disgusting orange blazer deserves to lose. This isn't the man himself, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Bruce Weber feels about like this anyway:
I think this is Kasparov, after losing to a computer. Garry- you may not be a woman, but Deep Blue is a machine! Though I'm loathe to admit it, so were the Heels.
Someday, the state of Illinois will experience the ineffable joy of basketball success.
Oh, nevermind.
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