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Farewell, Ryan Dunn
There are very few things that most of us purposely still own from high school. Outside of some trophies, pictures, and certain prom night rashes, almost everything from that seemingly "most important time of your life" has gotten thrown away and/or forgotten. The hand-me-down Civic got junked, any senior pictures retrospectively look like portraits of 14 year-olds, and the street value of that $600 class ring from Jostens was six Mickey's malt liquor grenades (I know a generous pawn shop.)
Getting rid of these material things from high school is like losing your baby teeth. Without this ritualistic shedding of youth, adulthood could never be attained. Those early incisors were good for chewing through chicken nuggets, but the adult version must come if you are to truly enjoy steak.
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Madison Tecmo VII: The Hoss Whisperer
On March 5, 2011, Madison played host to its seventh annual Tecmo Super Bowl tournament, the brainchild of the shadowy Holzbauer crime family. The fact that this tournament had continued to pick up steam into a seventh iteration was noteworthy. That 144 competitors, plus a waiting list, threw their hats in the ring was impressive. But channeling a sweat-laden headband and adopting the name, "The Hoss Whisperer," cemented the tournament as Boss Hoss of the Madison isthmus. Scram, protesters. Be gone, Governor Walker. This is the Hoss's town now, and he brought 144 of his favorite nimble-fingered Hoss Sauce slammers with him.
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Nu Metal
In an era of rap/rock, the man with a red cap is king. Relive the three-ring nu metal circus in this three-part feature.


D-League Denouement
Monday afternoon minor league hoops between teams a combined 43 games below .500? Yes, please.






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Dr. Frolf
While I agree that this is an interestingly set up blog with tons of atmosphere, I can't help but think it would be better if there was a a prince from Argentina allowing everyone their fair share of his $1,000,000 fortune. Would you not agree? I also wish I had a pair of Air Jordans, which could also be advertised dozens of times, right here, on this guestbook. . . .
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