Thursday, October 26, 2006

 

Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Cracked

On a somewhat related but a very seperate issue, my teammates have been participating in some good old internet shit-talking with a team that, (1) is going to have many fans on the course, (2) is going to whip the shit out of us in the race, (3) whose fans have historically shown extrememly poor behavior on the course, I believe their spectators were banned one year. My guy was first called out by a girl, then talked shit about a teammate of ours, that teammate entered the fracas and was called out about a lying bio on our athletics website.

Needless to say this is very shameful. Our guys did not even take the "at least we party harder" line. No, no, our guys are responding to:
"hey villegas...can u tell me what the sympathy clap sounds like?"
with
"dnt know man ask ur girlfriend i gave her one when i was about to finish on her". That was soundly answered by:
"crossing the line...something hopefully u can do under 34 minutes saturday."

the intersquad stuff went like this:
"eric will you be holding down 56th place again?"
"no no that will be taken by our other runner michael truxton...hahah"
"eric... u bitch... ur lucky i let you beat me this year... imma beat you on this course... didn't you walk it last year?"
"yeah i walked on it cause i was too busy with one of the SAnta Clara girls...right before the race...u know them girls...so easy..."
Our number 6's feeble attempt of:
"Besides... i'm not last on our team... but seriously... these girls on this on this wall... why are they talking shit? i hope their not the SCU XC profligates... poor guys... they may be faster... but we get laid by better"
is getting clapped back by:
"hey stop ripping on the santa clara girls...if they were in our race that would bring the total # of teams to 9...and they would be 8th"

I have since tried to calm shit down with a good old Jason Rexing reference so we shall see if there's a letsrunner out there.

We are armed with knives in a gunfight. I hope I don't get spat on or shanked while trying to finally run a respectable time on a difficult course.

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