I think my favorite gimmick with these guys was just telling them repeatedly how they always choke in the A-10 Tournament and they'll never win a crown. I was well aware they had won one, but just their reactions were priceless, just the massive freak outs.
Look, I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of embarrassing for an adult, certainly for a man in my 40's. Hell, I'd still be hanging out at BWUs every Thursday, if I could.
But I could never be what so many of these people are. Just complete and utter failures, odious stains on the bottom of that 20-year old guest mattress in the spare room of the house you own--perpetual financial drains on their parents well into their 30's and 40's and on society at large. Art History majors 100K in debt from six years of college with no real drive or intelligence or place in life outside of going to vcu games and pretending they are a part of a basketball program's relative marginal success.
Every year I pray for a meteor to just obliterate Richmond. Sure, I went to high school there and have some great friends still living there. Heck, I think my dad is still shacked up down there somewhere with his third wife. But every year I just pray for a flaming ball of fire or an unbridled mutating new AIDS virus or something to just empty out the place. Send the survivors floating down the James to Williamsburg where they can become distant historical memories.
Couldn't God just help us out for once? They're just awful. Just horrible, horrible people every last one with no redeeming features or qualities whatsoever.
