You can bet a case of Fresca on it ...
Though I’m not a huge fan of gambling, I’ll admit I’m a huge fan of Las Vegas. I’m also a huge Fresca fan because there’s nothing I like more than the cool, crisp, citrus refreshment in a can.
Seriously folks, Fresca is that good.
And when you love something as much as a certain slack-jawed sports columnist/blogger loves his Fresca, you know it means something if he’s willing to put rack of the good stuff on the line. And, folks, I’m so certain of these following things that, yes, I’ll bet you a case of Fresca that they will happen. Hold me to this, I’m not kidding. You know my e-mail, you know the phone number to the office. Call me, e-mail me and let me know if I was off on any of these thoughts and, yes, a case of Fresca is yours.
We may have to fight over it, however.
I bet you a case of Fresca that:
Joe Armstrong, the 65-year-old man I met at the counter at T-Bone Tooters can, in fact, kill and field dress a deer with his bare hands. (Solid bet on my part.)
Former Waynesboro basketball star Todd Phillips is just starting to warm up at Eastern Mennonite University. So far, this young season, he’s notched career highs in points (18 on Nov. 16 against Averett), rebounds (12 on Nov. 15 against Greensboro) and steals (seven on Nov. 19 against Shenandoah). (Lock. The. Thread.)
Phillip’s improvement on the court has a lot to do with what he’s doing off the court. “He has become much more coachable,“ wrote Eastern Mennonite coach Kirby Dean. “And his effort level on the court and in the classroom have both increased.“ (OK, this one doesn’t count because I knew the answer. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. Don’t mess with Moe Green, right Fredo?)
Michael Barrett, a Fishburne graduate and fun-as-all-get-up-to-watch basketball player, scoring seven points for Limestone while starting in his first NCAA basketball game is just the beginning. (If you saw him play at Fishburne, you wouldn’t be doubting me right now.)
You’ll miss Pickle Nuckols on the Buffalo Gap football field. (You probably do already.)
The next time Stuarts Draft football makes the playoffs, gas will be back to $3 a gallon. (True dat, you say.)
All the criticism of David Tibbs and his R.E. Lee football team will stop at some point this decade. (And it better because, when it comes to local AA schools, aren’t the Leemen the ones you count on being in the playoffs every year?)
Coaches at Fort Defiance have a dead pool as to who is the next to go under the rule of King Larry Landes. (If they don’t, they should. Heck, in the newspaper business we all have one with all the layoffs going on.)
Waynesboro basketball, without Devon Brown, will struggle mightily this season.
R.E. Lee, not so much.
That the next time some tall kid at Gap picks off a pass, out of habit, you’ll just yell “Boooooooooone.“ (Come on, you know you will.)
Next football season, it won’t take Riverheads two weeks to gel as a team. Instead, they’ll be all gelled up by Week 1.
Riverheads will make the playoffs (again) and will have some speaks with William Campbell.
Wilson Memorial football might not be as dead in the water as everybody thinks just because the Hornets are moving up the AA and the Southern Valley District.
The group of mouth-breathing fans at Fort Defiance are so happy with themselves right now. So happy, in fact, that they’re going to celebrate Thanksgiving with smiles, forgetting that their gripes regarding their Little Johnny Sunshine not playing enough cost a 25-year veteran coach his job. Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving your numbskulls. Enjoy your namesake, you turkeys.
The former members of the Southern Valley DoesStink, once the VHSL goes to its five-division format, will somehow figure out a way to screw up scheduling.
By the end of this week, I’ll have something to actually blog about as opposed to this tripe.
Ah, hold on a sec. Best not to lock that thread just yet.
Oh, and has Fort Defiance publicly thanked Dale Spitzer yet for 25 years as head football coach? Just wondering. (And I think we all know the answer to that.)
