It looked like the Pond wasn't gonna be able to publish tonite, but the engineers at Google just came through and remedied the snafu.
I'm sitting here watching Sports Center and marvelling at the pugilism. The right hooks, the jabs, the haymakers. the ropa dopas , et al. Man, two of the best fights I've seen in recent memory. Rivaling "The Thrilla in Manilla" seen by yours truly via pay-per-view back in the day. The combatants in the two matches were:
The Indiana Pacers vs. the Detroit Pistons. WWF or whatever it's called these days-eat your heart out. Ron Artest's conquest of the nerdy fan in the fifth row was reminiscent of Mike Tyson during his prime.
And the Clemson Tigers vs. the South Carolina Gamecocks. What a melee. And what a sordid ending to the storied career of Lou Holtz. One of my company's ex-alums once carried the pigskin for Lou back at N.C. State. And parlayed his football experience into a gig as g.m. for our storied company.
Poor Lou went out a loser, but Ron Zook's Florida team won. A lame duck coach. Ron will leave the building soon, allah Slim Whitman, because he was fired a coppola weeks ago. When his team went for a first down late in the game [ 4th and inches, leading 20-13 ] on their own 25 and made the first down-a gutsy call-the announcer quipped," Well, if they didn't make it [ first down ] they couldn't fire him, again.
It's late. Thanks Google.
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
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