Bad News Bulls?
No, Just Bad News.
The homecoming football game was just sad. I wanted to puke.
The game itself was pretty entertaining. The football team played very well and hung in there until the very end against a much better team. I was impressed.
Everything else about the game was just fucking pathetic. The band is awful. There are country hick-towns with bigger and better marching bands than a fucking state university. That's just God-awful embarassing. If I hear them play that damn Ricky Martin song one more time I might just go insane.
Everybody left at halftime; just absolutely sad. I credit the football program for not quitting and the athletic department for being enthusiastic. Too bad the rest of the students are a bunch of douches.
Take it easy on the marching band. If it’s hard recruiting football players when your record looks like UB’s does, it must be even harder recruiting talented band nerds because they don’t even get a scholarship out of the deal.
But you’re right, from all accounts the Bulls really brought it last week. If the fans can’t even support them when they’re actually in the game, then it’s not going to be too easy for them to turn things around.
Thanks for writing,
Jim Sheppard Has
His Shit Together
In response to the writers of the "Bogus Journey" and "Blue Birds, Blue Balls" letters (issue 7):
First, Mr. Preston. Generation could be considered the saving grace of the University, although some make the remark that it is mindless dribble or is only read for the personals. All I have to say to that is bite me. I like the personals and "Im Right. You're Wrong." I regularly read Generation cover to cover, as it gives some humor to the mundane life of classes.
Second, to all of you who routinely bitch about UB: LEAVE. You are the sole cause of all the negative thoughts about our wonderful school. The buses leave you cause you're an idiot. Who really cares if the football team is the worst in the nation? At least we are number one for something. Tuition went up for SUNY schools, get over it. Yes, the freshmen are retarded. You were too when you got here. The faculty doesn't suck, the one or two students that ask all the dumb questions or kiss ass do. (You are probably one of them.) Even the professors are fed up with them.
So I will end on this note, as a senior I love this place despite all of its "special" qualities some apply to this great university. Long live the Bulls, Generation, and UB.
Hell yeah! Have you ever noticed how much more enthusistic the alumni are about the school than we are? I wonder if they realized something about this place after they moved on to bigger and better things—it ain’t so bad.
I gotta say that I love this place, too. You don’t come to UB expecting Stanford, and if you did, I don’t think you’ve got the brain wattage to cut it there anyway. This school, like this city, is what it is, and even though it’s got its problems, it’s still a great place to be.
I’m feeling like singing some Beach Boys—yeah, you know the song,
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