I Ain't Tha 1

The plan for homecoming...has changed. That's all I can say. Apparently the rumors about the first one spread too fast, and it wasn't really technically feasible. So there is...a new plan. It's pretty good. I hope it works. Keep your eyes peeled and your head up during halftime.

But when I think about this, all I can think of is how great it could have been if I'd started thinking about it earlier.

I see...dozens of hobby rockets firing off in sequence, releasing thier parachutes, and gently floating down onto the field...and exploding.

I see...potato cannons firing off a thunderous volley of confetti.

I see... "Strokin" blaring at maximum volume over the PA system via an external hack.

I see...disciplinary action against me. But this is all hypothetical, and they can't prosecute me for that yet.

Further proof of mustache destiny.

P.S.: I just made a round of about 15 phone calls to make sure people wear their mustache shirts for the picture tommorow. Cross your fingers.

P.P.S.: What Minneapolis (and Moorhead too, I guess) kids will be in town this tommorow/this weekend?