Bringing out the Best of Times in Boalt
Aside from alliteration, one of my hobbies is to look for that agonistic spirit of the ancient Greeks in modern times. That pesky one-unit pass/no pass class, Written and Oral Arguments (WOA), combined with IM Softball, easily accomplishes that among us Boalties. What follows is an e-mail exchange between Skipper J, (manager of the Cleveland Steamers, and co-blogger Tom Fletcher (the pitcher for the steamers). As of this past weekend, they will be facing off against each other for oral arguments as part of WOA.
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Steamers,
This week's game is back at 11 pm. After building our self-confidence at the expense of a string of suckas, we are going to face the undefeated Red Giants. Brace yourselves gentlemen. As my dad always said, this is where we separate the men from the [plural of classmate last name] (sorry [classmate first name], it's a family phrase)...On a side note, I might not be there tomorrow, depending on whether or not I feel like picking my girlfriend up at the airport. In my absence, the substitute skipper will be **** R****, you may know him from such positions as shortstop and third base. I hope you treat him with more respect than you give me. This is all.
Skipper J
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Tom Fletcher <>wrote,
Will your "girlfriend" also be coming into town on WOA day? You know, just checking, so we can sort the men from fluffy-haired moppets (a saying in my family; my great-grandfather was once mugged by a roving pack of fluffy-haired moppets. He was so distraught, he vowed that those scraggly children woud never reach manhood. Upon finding them in their criminal den, he shot the Artful Dodger and made sure that the fluffy-haired moppets would never be mistaken for men).
Maybe you could just send R**** over to do an extra WOA session for you?
Tom
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Fletch, thank you for so vividly demonstrating the negative effects of drug use. You're in Oakland son; don't take candy from strangers. This isn't Pleasant Hills. On a lighter note, I hope the crack has passed through your system by 10:30 tommorow night.
Cheers,
JJ
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As always, I've tried to protect the innocent and incriminate the guilty. Let the asshole lawyer in all of us rise.
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Steamers,
This week's game is back at 11 pm. After building our self-confidence at the expense of a string of suckas, we are going to face the undefeated Red Giants. Brace yourselves gentlemen. As my dad always said, this is where we separate the men from the [plural of classmate last name] (sorry [classmate first name], it's a family phrase)...On a side note, I might not be there tomorrow, depending on whether or not I feel like picking my girlfriend up at the airport. In my absence, the substitute skipper will be **** R****, you may know him from such positions as shortstop and third base. I hope you treat him with more respect than you give me. This is all.
Skipper J
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Tom Fletcher <>wrote,
Will your "girlfriend" also be coming into town on WOA day? You know, just checking, so we can sort the men from fluffy-haired moppets (a saying in my family; my great-grandfather was once mugged by a roving pack of fluffy-haired moppets. He was so distraught, he vowed that those scraggly children woud never reach manhood. Upon finding them in their criminal den, he shot the Artful Dodger and made sure that the fluffy-haired moppets would never be mistaken for men).
Maybe you could just send R**** over to do an extra WOA session for you?
Tom
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Fletch, thank you for so vividly demonstrating the negative effects of drug use. You're in Oakland son; don't take candy from strangers. This isn't Pleasant Hills. On a lighter note, I hope the crack has passed through your system by 10:30 tommorow night.
Cheers,
JJ
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As always, I've tried to protect the innocent and incriminate the guilty. Let the asshole lawyer in all of us rise.
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