Propeller Skies

First, I would like to thank the Texas A&M football team for shutting out Wyoming this week, despite the inept coaching of Dennis Franchione. Reggie McNeal looked like the second coming of Michael Vick, with 44 rushing yards on 11 carries with 1 touchdown. And what a sweet touchdown it was, he ran up the middle untouched and into the end zone. It was like he had wheels instead of feet. He also had 297 yards through the air on 17 completions.

It is too early to tell, but it looks like Aggie fans will not have to suffer the indignity of two losing seasons in a row. However, Mr. Franchione will only be forgiven by this critic when he beats Texas in November.

Since I have been in Buckhead several times over the past few weeks, readers may be getting the idea that I actually like the place. The key purpose of this post is to disabuse any recurring Propeller Skies readers of that notion. Tonight, I covered the opening of the world’s first sushi bar/annoyingly loud dance club located, of course, in Buckhead. Not sure who the fucking genius is who came up with that brilliant idea, but there is a high probability they possess a marketing degree from some overrated institution of higher learning like Georgia.

My major problem with Buckhead is not the annoying fake people with more plastic surgery than Michael Jackson and Cher combined, it is the crowds of thuguidos who hang out there. Thuguidos are pathetic wannabe thugs, who all think they are 50 Cent, but are unable to rhyme their way out of a wet paper bag. Like guidos, they are really just a bunch of bitch-ass pussies from the suburbs trying to represent. Unfortunately, their idea of representing usually includes busting caps in the asses of other thuguidos and any innocent bystanders who happen to be nearby.

The highlight of the night occurred when some hot blonde with a big rack was chatting me up. Like I would lower my standards to hook up or go on a date with someone I met at [1] a bourgeoisie bar, and [2] in Buckhead.

In conclusion, the DJ was wack. An Ipod on shuffle would have done a better job. And I hate sushi. If God had meant for us to eat raw fish, he would not have given us the deep fryer.

[As a point of clarification, the Texas A&M/Oklahoma game referred to in the following paragraph is out of chronological context and was played in November of 2000 - Ed.] A few years ago, after the Aggies lost to the Longhorns for the second year in a row, I held the opinion that R.C. Slocum should retire. Prior to that, after standing in Kyle Field and watching the Aggies almost pull off an upset over the number one ranked Oklahoma team, that would go on to win the national championship, I also expressed the opinion that Mr. Slocum should probably hang it up. I now apologize for holding that opinion.

During the off-season, the administration fired Mr. Slocum and hired Dennis Franchione. So far, Mr. Franchione has distinguished himself by leading the Aggies to their first losing season since 1982 and losing to getting blown out by motherfucking goddamn Utah. Which is unpardonable, because Utah does not even play in A REAL FUCKING CONFERENCE. I highly recommend they send Mr. Franchione back to the backwater he came from.