When animals attack! In Bubbler's backyard ...

...says the man who's in range of gaining a star.

 

I get to see our team in action Friday night, coming off a thrilling three-point loss at Lipscomb. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

 

Predatory birds are awesome.
We had Osprey in front of my house once, sitting on top of a telephone poll with a freshly caught fish in its talons. Cool as hell.
Another time, I watched a Peregrine Falcon pick off doves roosting in under a bridge.

 

Bubbler, I swear I love you. I really, really do.

Been to Wal-Mart, lately?

 

TBF, were you a guest on Shatner's game show?

 

Low blow, man. Low blow.

 

Pass

 

And, in doing so, that will just about do it for me. I suspect I will retire HH and confine my comments to the Journalism topics only side under my true identity as Matt Murdock, blind lawyer.

 

Aces basketball, you know you want it ... ah, never mind.

 

Are they still wearing jerseys with sleeves?

 

Dumb fucks got rid of them. Sadly, it was like the old spitballers in baseball, once those full-shirt jerseys disappeared they're gone forever as I understand it. Evansville basically pissed all over one unique aspect of its program.

Worse, its home jerseys currently have a hideous script "Aces" on them. They look like they're ready to go toe-to-toe with the Virginia Squires or Memphis Tams. They are not easy on the eyes.

 

Don't you mean Hunt Studley, male prostitute?