In a land far far away, there once was a place called college. When at this magical place one could drink, party, and do assorted fun things if one was so inclined or got lucky. You could go to class and expand your mind with unique things, and stuff, and what not. Supposedly that what college was for. Knowledge. Knowledge could be transformed into money unless your major was American Lit or English history or poetry. Some of my fellow college-ites majored in beer drinking, fighting and poker. One fine graduate lives in Vegas now making millions with his degree. Bubba Earl, another graduate with this major, attended school on the Blue Ribbon Beer scholarship. He was already a red neck who wore white socks so he was perfect for the extra money. Bubba was from Duck Hill, Ms. I've been to Duck Hill once. I didn't see a hill or any ducks. Bubba said there was a big mound of dirt south of town that some say they named the town for. Anyway, Bubba received an extra $2,000 to attend the college of his choice. I asked him to explain how he pulled this off cause, and I'm being honest here, cause you are dumber than a box of rocks. He said that may be but I know how to write. So that's what I did. The paper was called: My red neck, white socks, and Blue Ribbon beer. It's the story of the adventures of Bubba Earl and the women of North Mississippi. I'm here to tell you that Bubba Earl wrote a masterpiece. Why this hasn't been turned into a porn movie yet I'll never know. Classic literature.

Our basketball teams are turrible again. i know the sunshine pumpers will say different but let's face facts. Rick Stansbury should've never been shown the door. I'm all for giving the ladies coach a couple of seasons more. Vic left the cupboard FULL, so it has to be coaching cause the ladies have serious talent.

Baseball is here and the team is top 5. The SEC is loaded so conference play will resemble major league baseball.

Until next time heathens........................Shalom