Interlude

Before we finish that tale, here's a nice note from a George Mason fan:

Dear Dan,

I hope you contract Lupus (which is a very serious disease, mind you). How dare you criticize the fans of George Mason for not writing into this completely inane blog. We George Mason alumni all have very high-paying important jobs (except for [name deleted]) and spend our days working non-stop in rewarding professions (except for [name deleted]), and have little time to contribute to your ludicrous banter.

Listen, we don't want your help nor do we appreciate it. We know [darn] well the only reason you show up to our games is to scarf down the chicken pasta provided pre-game by Brion's Grille you disgusting fatbody. [Ed. note: Still a vegetarian, I refuse to eat the chicken pasta provided pre-game by Brion's Grille, although I accidentally ate some once before realizing there was chicken in it.]

You are a no-talent hack and may your kids grow up to be VCU music/art majors. Maybe then they can get high paying jobs at your whiny, liberal [bad word, misspelled to boot] newspaper.

[Name Deleted]
Important Government Worker

Well, that about takes care of that, doesn't it? This blog is now a George Mason free zone.

By Dan Steinberg |  February 16, 2006; 10:29 AM ET
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