I like it when the waterfalls are on – I liked it when the waterfall mist soaked poor Blake Grupe to the bone last year.
The Red Wolves have lowered their team ERA by nearly a run in recent weeks, so they no longer feature the Sun Belt’s worst pitching (thanks UTA), nor do they feature the coldest bats (thanks Appalachian State).
It was ten years ago, but it feels like a thousand.
The Portal drains the Mid-Majors of its star talent, while the Power Five unloads its malcontents.
Damphousse is known for his ubiquitous selfies with students, for popping up at even the most obscure A-State events, and for spurring more growth for the University.
All in all, it’s a bad look for everyone. Omier looks disingenuous. Mike Balado looks the fool. TomBowen and the athletic department look weak, and the fans look like idiots with their jaws unhinged and chins resting on the floor.
The caustic acid of mixed allegiances sometimes rises from the lower intestine.
We must pluck for the darkness every particle of light necessary to sustain our life force. Look upon this hastily written post as your sherpa to enlightenment.
Red Wolves always need more. However, more is difficult to come by in a state where more is perpetually earmarked to the sports program who has the most. So let’s focus on one thing; what is the one thing that each of these programs need to pull themselves into the Sun Belt’s elite orbit?
The emotional support sports of track, bowling, soccer and golf are hosting backyard barbecues while we’re patiently helping football, basketball and baseball choose a biceps tattoo.
Howl Raiser 