As Hurrucuhn Hanna bears down on the east coast with Ike right behind, we’re buckling down for a wet weekend here in the Capitol City. Doesn’t mean we won’t black manana before the first NCSU home game of the year. Granted, our first score in 9+ quarters might come against a 1-AA school, but a score’s a score. And hopefully this week will give our starting QB, RB, WR, TE, FS, and DE a chance to get a little healthier. Honestly, we’re the most injury plagued team in the country- we only had 65 scholarship players last week in Columbia, and 22 kids who played were either freshmen or former walk-ons. So that’s where we’re at. Regardless, we digress. Take the jump for some live music.
Whether you like gays or not, you have to respect Queen frontman Freddie Mercury. He had the greastest overbite in the history of rock and roll, and rocked a stache better than anyone not named Oates. His death from AIDS in the early 90s helped bring greater awareness to a disease that threatened to take over the globe. Today, he would have been 62. And while he never liked fat-bottomed girls, we still do.
