In an effort to change the somewhat bitter tone of recent threads, I propose a new topic that I think will give everyone a smile and reason for good natured jocularity.
Imagine a virtual pit into which your college mascot, starved and abused into a snarling rage, is slowly hoisted down to fight to the death with my college mascot.
In the first of such grudge matches, a gelded Texas longhorn, still bleeding from its evacuated sack, but relatively huge in size, and with pointy horns gleaming, is loaded onto a winch and slowly but surely cranked down into the pit where awaits...
its worst nightmare.
The fierce killing machine that is the Michigan wolverine, pound for pound the meanest and most rapacious species of rodentia the earth has ever known.
Alas, before the straps can even be removed from the pathetic cow, my wolverine has eviscerated it and made a fine snack of its entrails.
Next?
I invited you to hoist your own college mascot down into the arena where it shall quickly join the carcass of the cow.
(Guys! Isn't this fun!!!!)
Jim,
Could a (Lehigh) engineer armed with a sliderule (and pocket protector) somehow calculate his way out of the pit and declare himself the victor?
And then the U of M marching band (still in the stands shocked with disbelief over the rugby incident) could first play a memorial salute to the fallen wolverine and then belt out a new version of Hail to the Victor in honor of the blushing young lad not used to the spotlight (but fortunately the tape on his glasses partially obscures his discomfort).
Or maybe not.
Hurray for nerds. I was one too, though not in your uber-nerdy field.
I think my mascot can do serious damage to you all.
Jim,
Could a (Lehigh) engineer armed with a sliderule (and pocket protector) somehow calculate his way out of the pit and declare himself the victor?
And then the U of M marching band (still in the stands shocked with disbelief over the rugby incident) could first play a memorial salute to the fallen wolverine and then belt out a new version of Hail to the Victor in honor of the blushing young lad not used to the spotlight (but fortunately the tape on his glasses partially obscures his discomfort).
Or maybe not.
Hurray for nerds. I was one too, though not in your uber-nerdy field.
I think my mascot can do serious damage to you all.
