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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Duke, Duke, Duke, Duke of Earl

I've wanted to comment on the Duke Lacross thing, but have been kind of waiting for a big factual break. The pcitures and the DNA have not been incriminating towards the players, but what has made this interesting for me is not if these players raped this woman - a horrible crime if it happened - but that it is not absurd, shocking or unbelievable that it might have happened. The culture there made it inevitable. And not just Duke, this could have been Dartmouth, Stanford, UConn, UVA, anywhere. That should give every university president pause to think how they will prevent it.

They won't. No Balls.

While on the lacross topic, my high school had a lacross team. On wet days they would practice in the school parking lot. Now, there are two things to know about lacross. 1) the ball is small and hard. 2) no person from North Hunterdon Regional High School ever caught a lacross ball. They would spin it in their sticks, throw it, miss it, go pick it up and then spin it again. Hugely funny, except for all the dents in your car from the balls.

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Blogger TubaOnFire said...

To insert your idea of having no soul, you have to wonder about the parents and the lawyer for these Duke lacross players. Someone saw something and someone knows something - yet, I don't see that person coming forward. There is no sense of right and wrong - just my team - in this case literally.
I am sure that right now, some kid and his parents are rationalizing that Mr. Rape-a-lot is really a good guy, from a good family, who just kinda loses it sometimes and it would be terrible for his entire life to be wrecked over a black stripper. So he is keeping quiet and hiding behind his lawyer.

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