Business…here’s a bonus BSN joint for this month, this time on the hiring practices of NFL franchises.
OK, let’s start this off by updating the world on the exploits of everyone’s favorite Caucasian rec league phenomenon…the Dutch Masters!

They won tonight. And not only did they win, but they beat the brakes off the other team. Now, never mind the fact that the other team had a couple of girls on it and a cat that wore a collared shirt under his hooping shirt. That doesn’t matter, because the DMs came out with a W, baby! I got there late, so I had to watch from the bleachers, but it was all right, man. They played so well that Big O scored about 8 points. Now, you might be wondering what O’s first name is. Oscar? Oliver? Orville?
Nope, it’s Chuck. Why is he Big O? See, O is short for oxygen. The rest of the team calls him that because he shoots so many air balls. And yes, he scored 8 points. Sneaky Pete was out there balling, out of control as always, but he balled. And DA, our “wringer,” had a monster game. PASS THAT DUTCH!
And yes, they all appeared to be sober. I know that’s what you were really concerned about. Secretly, I was wondering who would have the heart–or lack thereof?–to beat one of those girls’ shots as if trying to bust a pinata. That didn’t happen, though. Personally, I’d have made a highlight reel off stuff like that. Yes, I am foul. I call it my personal help to the women’s liberation movement. Yep, I pitch women’s shots just like men’s.
That is, unless it’s one of those Carolina superstar women that comes into Woolen. It wouldn’t be totally unreal if a woman dunked on you at Carolina. The woman on the court at Woolen is like the white boy on the court in the hood–the right to be there has been earned. Keep that in mind, fellas.
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As for other hoops, Carolina/Dook is Wednesday. Looks like I won’t be able to get in (sorry, MPK, if you’re reading), but I’ll still be rooting against the white Devil that wears blue. And for entertainment, check this piece from Dook’s student paper. It seems some of them got as much beef with the squad as I do, and I hate Dook like fat kids hate salad.
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New joint on Wednesday. Holla back.