Things are getting awfully hip around here.
The A.S. Sun God T-shirts are superimposed onto pantless American Apparel models (props for the pantlessness, flops for pulling a Clean Slate). Lady Dottie and the Diamonds just climbed from their Gaslamp dugout to come play Price Center. We, come Sun God, are going to be able to climb into art trees on RIMAC Field and attach munchie orders onto ziplines made to deliver our every craving to some philanthropic chef on the other end, who’s apparently taken up the cause of feeding fucked-up college kids.
Gary Ratcliff and Penny Rue have Facebook.
But somehow, amid all this awesomess, I have still found a reason to complain. Have you ever noticed how much things suck when they’re dry? The only element of Sun God that the administration is really resisting this year is water ‘mdash; god forbid we, and their precious lawns, get too wet. Garrett Berg and the team have given us Girl Talk, but the rest is up to you. Break out the super soakers. Find a loose screw in the fire hydrant. And a way into that goddamn fountain.
Even though the RIMAC assholes don’t want their muddy weed patch to get (gasp!) more muddy, and have not allowed for any sort of water sport in the main cage, there are hundreds of faucets on this campus. Just have faith, and follow the Sun God. I’ll see you there.