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Response from Hatch and response to it

absolutely.

you take the pic of the babe on the cover yourself after a lustful evening rj?
 
She resembles at least one of the women in the book.

For those don't understand the pictures- The nooses are a seminal work of protest art in South Africa regarding those who were killed during apartheid. Part of the book happens in South Africa during apartheid.

The building is the Grand Casino in Monte Carlo. Some of the action happened there.
 
I support this becoming the "learn about RJ" thread. From someone other than Harv, that is.
 
Well done RJ.

Do you mean down to 5000 per game or down by an average of 5000 per game since Skip?

Also, smug grin on Ron's face at the game last night. Must be loving the M&M's from the hotel refrigerator. Who pays for those?

And who was the dude who said "thanks for participating this year, Wake Forest"??? ESPNU or ESPN? Bilas? That was a disgrace, so RJ is on with his national level comment.
 
The next time someone emails Hatch, please include the link below. ChillDeac posted it on the "Transfer" thread. The good stuff starts at 7:25 into it. Maybe hearing what's actually being said about Wake in the media will make more of an impact than having it filtered thru RW's rose colored glasses, or Kool-Aid, or whatever...

http://www.wralsportsfan.com/999thefan/audio/10896771/?id_related=3297567

And here's an article that Waldo used to start a thread.

http://collegebasketballtalk.nbcspo...ke-forest-how-long-does-jeff-[Redacted]-have/
 
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There has been a paradigm shift since Hatch wrote that e-mail. We live in a new world after what ever happened Wednesday night.
 
One has to believe our high rollers are disturbed by this. I hope they're making their voices heard.
 
ProfessorDeac said:
I think he wrote the one above it, man. Signatures come after the comment (just broken up w/Google ad here):

Dear J.A. Adande:

You missed the point about Rocker. If you, as an employee of The Times in an interview to a trade publication, made such statements, I'd make a serious wager you would be fired. This isn't a 1st Amendment question. If Rocker made these statements to a friend or at a bar, it is one thing, but to a trade magazine is quite another. SI wasn't asking citizen John Rocker to comment. They were asking Atlanta Brave John Rocker.

Can he say or believe these disgusting things? Absolutely! Is he responsible for his actions? Yes. The consequences meted out by Bud Selig are mild compared to what will happen in the clubhouse and on the road.


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RICK KARLSRUHER

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that makes much more sense. nice correction
 
Give ‘em hell, Ricky! I’m telling ya, big mistake to cross the Fiesta Fox. The rest of us Raiders learned many moons ago that when Ricky feels an injustice has been done, getting him to back off is like trying to coax a woodchuck out of a lumberyard. It ain’t happening.

You fellas may recall that time Ricky ran for Student Body President back in ’73. Based his entire campaign on a platform of anti-female circumcision. Flipper had found an old National Geographic in the shitter at the Dirty and carried it home on account that one of the pictures on the inside featured a tribeswoman with these big chocolate nipples each the size of an alloy hubcap. We were all sitting around one night using pages from that magazine to roll up a few mooters of some respectable spruce Kreebie called Texaco Tiger Shark, on account that it was allegedly grown on a retired oil rig parked out in international waters.

Anyway, we’re busy tearing pages out of that magazine and taking bets on how many buffalo head nickels Foxy would be able to cram in his hind end. Suddenly, Ricky lets out this pained gasp, not unlike the time he found out Peaches had escaped. We were thinking he was upset ‘cause Schilling had made what appeared to be a pretty low ball guess of 115 nickels. But, no, the object of his distress was another matter all together.

In his hands, Foxy clutched the pages of an article detailing the ritual circumcision of young ladies in Zanzibar or Siam or some other such place in the dark heart of Africa. Now, I can’t imagine any fella in his right mind supporting such a practice, but to Foxy, this was a goddamn tragedy. He was, after all, a man who spent an immense number of his waking hours making sure his broads were deriving maximum delight from their pleasure peanut. You take away a dame’s bean, well….that was like removing an essential part of Foxy’s soul.

Lesser men would have read that article with a concerned face and moved on with their lives, myself included. But not the Fiesta Fox. Ricky didn’t hesitate for even a beat – took off in a dead sprint towards campus. And for the first time, Foxy entered the administrative offices of Reynolda Hall with the intent to do something other than unload the contents of his bowels into some dean’s file cabinet. Yep, on that day, Ricky filed to run for Student Body President.

As any of you old timers would remember, that was a campaign season unlike any other that had come previous. For damn sure it was the first time anyone had ever seen a candidate paint his campaign slogan directly onto the front doors of all the society houses: “If you want to protect your little man in the boat, give Rick Karlsruher your vote.”

For a while there we thought Ricky had a good shot. Initial questions about his sincerity were quashed following a series of tearful stump speeches delivered by Foxy during lunch hour in the Pit. Foxy also had a real clever campaign button done up in red with big white letters: “Don’t cut me off. Vote Rick.”

But, ultimately, it wasn’t to be. While Foxy did capture the support of all six voting-eligible Raiders, the rest of campus went with the safe choice of some jackleg who wanted to increase the number of minority associate professors or some such garbage. Didn’t help when the Old Gold & Black accused Ricky of being the Dick Bandit in a big front page article the week before the election. It was a real hit job. Man, you should have seen the letters to the editor Foxy penned after that little brouhaha. Makes the above Hatch letter look like a child’s wish list to Santa.
 
Harv said:
Give ‘em hell, Ricky! I’m telling ya, big mistake to cross the Fiesta Fox. The rest of us Raiders learned many moons ago that when Ricky feels an injustice has been done, getting him to back off is like trying to coax a woodchuck out of a lumberyard. It ain’t happening.

You fellas may recall that time Ricky ran for Student Body President back in ’73. Based his entire campaign on a platform of anti-female circumcision. Flipper had found an old National Geographic in the shitter at the Dirty and carried it home on account that one of the pictures on the inside featured a tribeswoman with these big chocolate nipples each the size of an alloy hubcap. We were all sitting around one night using pages from that magazine to roll up a few mooters of some respectable spruce Kreebie called Texaco Tiger Shark, on account that it was allegedly grown on a retired oil rig parked out in international waters.

Anyway, we’re busy tearing pages out of that magazine and taking bets on how many buffalo head nickels Foxy would be able to cram in his hind end. Suddenly, Ricky lets out this pained gasp, not unlike the time he found out Peaches had escaped. We were thinking he was upset ‘cause Schilling had made what appeared to be a pretty low ball guess of 115 nickels. But, no, the object of his distress was another matter all together.

In his hands, Foxy clutched the pages of an article detailing the ritual circumcision of young ladies in Zanzibar or Siam or some other such place in the dark heart of Africa. Now, I can’t imagine any fella in his right mind supporting such a practice, but to Foxy, this was a goddamn tragedy. He was, after all, a man who spent an immense number of his waking hours making sure his broads were deriving maximum delight from their pleasure peanut. You take away a dame’s bean, well….that was like removing an essential part of Foxy’s soul.

Lesser men would have read that article with a concerned face and moved on with their lives, myself included. But not the Fiesta Fox. Ricky didn’t hesitate for even a beat – took off in a dead sprint towards campus. And for the first time, Foxy entered the administrative offices of Reynolda Hall with the intent to do something other than unload the contents of his bowels into some dean’s file cabinet. Yep, on that day, Ricky filed to run for Student Body President.

As any of you old timers would remember, that was a campaign season unlike any other that had come previous. For damn sure it was the first time anyone had ever seen a candidate paint his campaign slogan directly onto the front doors of all the society houses: “If you want to protect your little man in the boat, give Rick Karlsruher your vote.”

For a while there we thought Ricky had a good shot. Initial questions about his sincerity were quashed following a series of tearful stump speeches delivered by Foxy during lunch hour in the Pit. Foxy also had a real clever campaign button done up in red with big white letters: “Don’t cut me off. Vote Rick.”

But, ultimately, it wasn’t to be. While Foxy did capture the support of all six voting-eligible Raiders, the rest of campus went with the safe choice of some jackleg who wanted to increase the number of minority associate professors or some such garbage. Didn’t help when the Old Gold & Black accused Ricky of being the Dick Bandit in a big front page article the week before the election. It was a real hit job. Man, you should have seen the letters to the editor Foxy penned after that little brouhaha. Makes the above Hatch letter look like a child’s wish list to Santa.
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So is Harv RJ or what
 
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