Cue the Arcadia

I once knew this guy. His name was Ethan. People called him Herb, and it was funny. He was very politically-minded, and though it was always apparent on which side of the fence he stood, every Election Day he'd encourage you -- the folks from every tick along the political spectrum -- to get out there and vote. That was his thing. Like clockwork every year. And then he moved to Florida and now he just doesn't give a damn. Oh, he still cares about politics. He just doesn't give a damn about you people. But you should probably go vote, anyway.

Good times in the 'Burg last weekend, except for losing to friggin' JMU on a late field goal. Lammies of all ages turned out to reprove the adage "It's not how old you are, it's how old you are and you're still smuggling airplane bottles of Jim Beam into W&M football games???"