From contributing author Jro:
Amidst the swirling news of the failing, no recovering, no, no, failing again economy, the presidential election, lay-offs, hot Lil’ Wayne tracks, and a rather disparaging Hokie’s season it seems that those around have forgotten about Halloween. To think that we have gotten so wrapped up in our post-collegiate careers that we have forgotten one of the most exciting and yet confusing holidays. Let me reminisce….
To begin, I never really got the whole damn holiday. For the first half of my childhood it was fucking exciting as shit, I mean stay up late, wear costumes, eat candy…Fuck yeah!!!! What else was there? But the second half, oh, well that was a different story. Apparently when I turned 10 it became a satanic holiday in which children who participated in the evenings events were damned eternally to hell for their worship of the devil on his most sacred of nights?? I remember when my parents sat me down to show me a video of what Halloween really meant. Just think Sesame Street meets eternal damnation. No, no, just think about it…..give it a min, oh yeah fucking twisted.
And then there were the college years. Oh the years on my own, the seven gloriuos college years of rebellion, booze ‘a’ plenty, the inevitable 7ft bong costume, Swain’s Stevie Nixx costume, and lets not forget the dumb slut who just wore her underwear…I loved that chic so little selfesteem but so much fun.
But then there is now. I mean at the age I’m at the holiday has left me with just another reason to get obliterated and dry hump a few aging coed’s that lost their touch a few years ago. I mean don’t get me started on that shit but seriously, I am sorry I thought you were dressed as cows…how was I supposed to know that you were in fact dalmations? Its not like the freaking movie is a recent release from the local redbox. There is only 4 of you! Where is the other freaking 97?
I mean honestly am I too old to dress up this year? I freaking think so. Seems to me the best years I ever had anyways were when I just went dressed in what I wore to work that day. For instance:
Hey jRo what are you dressed as?
• “A fucking adult”
• “Someone who was forced to go to a semi-formal”
• “The asshole you are going to wake up next to”
• Or perhaps more appropriate this year - “Employed”
So yeah this year I am not dressing up! Sure I will be out drinking as usual and I know I will be surrounded by the masses wearing the same 5 freaking costumes. But NO, I will be too good for that! I am officially protesting this childish and stupid holiday. I am almost 30 dammit, and I have a job and I need to grow up. To this day I am haunted by images of Burt screwing Ernie in the ass while The Count (Satan) laughs and counts in the fiery background.
So if by chance you are out in DC and looking for me on Halloween….
…..I’ll be the guy in the green man costume.



There are those cow girl stripper whores who seduce their way to the front row of every game and wear shiny bras who I do think kick total ass. But, if I think something in this world rocks, chances are every woman thinks the complete opposite and I’m sure this year’s female aerospace engineering class loves the stigma that implanted-cheap-fuck-wedges go to Florida State. But you do have to hand it to any school which you can google image search and
hold back the long ball and pick 6 at least once. My biggest fear is what has become the 800 poung gorilla in the corner that NO ONE can avoid… it is the inconsistent and sometimes insanely slow-to-adjust play calling of Bryan Stinespring. For the fourth week I will beg that he call long passes on first down and rely on the run only when the opportunity is right. There is a reason that Tyrod Taylor is the only player to rush for 100 yards a game on our team. We aren’t going to move the ball well with either manufactured QB runs that fool no one or panicking 3rd and long plays that give Tyrod no options because our receivers are well covered with the expecting long pass.








