Lew Alcindor could take 9 five-year olds in a fight, or one 45-year old, which is how old Bill "Beef" Wennington is at the moment.

I was an Alex Smith/Paris Warren fan. Urban Meyer was the like the Banker from that brief case show with Howie Mandel (who looks less dorky without the curly locks)--he was present, but rigid. He gambled with odds, took mathematical risks. He had mystique. That '04-'05 season was one during which I had a heck of a time, and I can even say that I was an actual student at the U of U for the season.

BUT!

Bandwagon fan? To a good degree, yes. I have been to about six U football games since, and I don't check the scoreboard online after every game to go over every stat.

This brings me to this: the French Carhole Administration is currently devising a foreign policy against bandwagon fans of the NBA. It is safe to say that from the blogs of Mickel and Sorro, their entries prove that they pose no threat to the state of the FCA. We all know that Cheeth is a glutton of almost any sport (I would reckon, however, that MLB trumps all?).

How many times have I logged on to Facebook to read people's idiotic comments about Colby Briant or Coby Bryan? How many of my acquaintances were hating the Jazz, especially Jerry Sloan, during and after a 26-56 season just a few years back? Well, now they love them. They own t-shirts with "Williams 8" emblazoned on the back ($65 is too much for a mock jersey, and $15 is more palatable, to the bandwagon fan). People, I have even heard somebody ask recently who was the guy who currently plays Stockton's old position. Guess what: she was wearing one of them "Williams 8" t-shirts too. She was at the EnergySolutions Arena. She was immediately shunned.

But, if Carl Mullin can learn that Utah isn't a city and go on to score more points in the NBA than anybody but Michael Jordan and Magic somebody, then there is hope. We can't all be John Hollingers or Marc Steins or Bill Waltons. I guess I am just calling out the posers, while looking back at my days as a Ute fan. I really do understand the rollicking good time that is offered by being in a town where the local sports team is full of heroes, even if you are not a fanatic per se. But good heavens, people, please stop acting like you are a real fan, especially if you have no clue who Darrin William is.

Preciatcha.

Who is this guy?

I graduated

...gratuitous blog to keep from going stagnant.

Also, I had diarrhea tonight while we had company over. They were Chelsie's friends, which means that they were high class; not the riff-raff I tend to bring home. This made the diarrhea situation worse, but since I don't have scruples, I excused myself to "go be sick upstairs for a minute".