Why it Doesn’t Matter to Reggie

It appears that Reggie Bush, star running back and Heisman Trophy recipient, may have to cough up the coveted award two years after earning it. It doesn’t matter, though, because it, the Trophy, is just a thing – nothing but a thing. It’s just a Trophy for crying out loud and Reggie Bush is making millions as a professional football player for the Saints. He might not be a Saint in the biblical sense, but he is a saint nonetheless.

After reading Reggie’s Bio, Gadabout can’t really blame Reggie for a bit of foul play off the field that may strip him of the Heisman and USC of a national title. Titles aren’t even things, they are simply memories. It’s hard to strip away memories and say they never happened – unless you are very old and suffer from Alzheimer’s. Sometimes woman (after leading a sultry past) will become “born again virgins,” but that is another story. The point is losing a trophy or a title means so little to a young man of modest means trying to make some cash. And the cash he and his family took was not tarnished drug or gun money. It was just sports cash, banking on a comer. That comer was in the shape of an uninjured Reggie Bush making it to the pros and opening up the cash register. No pros – no soup for you – go sell insurance.

All you Ivy League sissies with manicures and legacies of wealth can pack sand. You were led to the golden temple on coattails. And all you laid off auto workers with an attitude can pack the same sand too because Reggie was working his ass off while you were smoking pot and drinking beer. And you, you in the middle, you who went to a state university and are barely hanging on to six figures and need a new car – what would you have done? Nothing but a thing.

Autumn Rocks

Alongside football and tailgating, autumn peeks its head around the corner and delivers cool air for us to enjoy. Autumn is a pleasant time. Back to school, anticipation of leaves painting colors upon maples and oaks, chili on the stovetop, hunting season nears, and college football. Autumn is the best season of them all.

Spring? Well, spring delivers us from winter, but spring is wet. It rains during springtime—cold rains. Final exams are prepared for in springtime. Spring time is 3rd on my list of seasons.

Summer is a good season. Kids are out of school, so we don’t get speeding tickets in school zones. That is a good thing. Summer is hot, though, and all of the movie theaters are full with those with too much time on their hands seeking air conditioning. The highways are too jammed during summer months with vacationing families. Summer ranks 2nd in my book.

Winter is cold. There are fun things to do during winter months, like skiing and skating and such. But we avoid winter by traveling to warmer climates to escape the cold. Winter is dark. Winter ranks last.

Yep, it is all about autumn. Autumn is the only season with a nickname—Fall. Autumn is indeed special. Enjoy your Fall!

Michigan State vs. Michigan Football - Civil War

Gadabout is posting this video as an example of one of the most exciting football rivalries in the history of the game. The music is suitable for UVA Fans and should serve as guidance for their football program. MSU and U of M have hated each other since before Christ was a baby.

UVA Fight Song is Weak: "Good Old Song"

Gadabout attended the UVA vs. Duke Football game today. UVA won by a score of 24-13. It was an uneventful game, but I was Glad UVA prevailed because I am now a Virginian of sorts. But Gadabout would like to offer some advice to the UVA football program—replace your depressing touchdown song with something inspirational. Gadabout attended Michigan State University where he enjoyed many fine and enthusiastic games; especially the 1978/79 Big Ten winning season. Okay, we were on probation at the time for recruiting violations, but we kicked ass all the same.

At MSU we go crazy when the team scores. We play a fight song that is bold and strikes fear into the hearts and minds of the opponents. It ends with “Victory for MSU!” Michigan State wins lots of football games, and UVA usually does not. The difference? The fight song. UVA’s fight song sucks. Until they drop that depressing funeral chant, there is no way in hell they will ever field a winner. Nice campus, good people, below average football.