And as day goes into night and on the eve of this historic moment in American history, it's Comrade Shotgun here with a Weekend Update, though unlike the Jimmy Fallon days, ours actually has jokes. For example, why did the robot cross the road? Because it was carbon-bonded to the chicken (Yes, I did just reference the movie version of Lost In Space, which incidentally, almost caused my house to burn down, but that's a story for another day). Back to matters at hand, in the natural perfect scheduling of basketball season for the Pac-10 (take that SEC!) this weekend featured both men's and women's games vs. and at Kal, respectively. (By the way, respectively may just be my favorite adverb.) The men's game was a real thriller that featured a freakishly large band. The women's game reminded me of Flinstones Chewables in that it was a bitter pill to swallow.
HOW-EVA, STEPHEN A. SMITH IS HERE TO SAY THAT THE BAND ALWAYS WINS. Indeed both of these games feature the only quasi-illustrious Kal Band, which though bigger at Stanford than at their home, still managed to be half the size our band on both occasions. And while we surely enjoyed their version of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" imagined as a pre-Renaissance dirge, our band definitively prevailed for the weekend because the Kal Band skipped out on our usual post game skirmish. We thought this was a punk move. If you're going to chicken out on a fight, at least come up with a legitimate reason for it, like Eric Cartman did.
1.20.2009
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