Namaste, Fresno State
I saw not a single pitch of your improbable — hell, impossible — College World Series win. I was at Wrigley Field, extending my undefeated record at the park this summer (I’m 13-0, and I’m not afraid to jinx it.) But it’s probably important to, at the very least, recognize greatness when you see it. Sporting Blog has the photo:

That’s truly impressive skulletdom. When I look back on the 2008 Fresno State bulldogs — and I won’t, ever — I’ll remember the skullet. Also: How much you guys saw fit to scream and pump your fist. Seriously, that was some impressive bro-screaming. I haven’t seen that much testosterone on display since Tiger Woods compensated for an entire generation of fat schlubby golfers.
Skullets on the prowl
Hair is a sporting team’s unifier. The White Sox thought it was cool to have weird facial hair earlier this year. (And I use “cool” in the loosest of sense.) Numerous programs have shaved their heads in unison. (Although, from experience, this is not a good course of action.) And if you’re Fresno State and you are gunning for a College World Series title like Fresno Sate, you do it real big with the skullet. Observe:
I can’t believe Mr. Reporter actually followed through and let them mess up his hair like that. Talk about a man of his word. Rock. On.
{HT: Busted Coverage | TSB}
Since this happened, we should probably say something about it
College baseball. It doesn’t exactly get me all lathered up and ready to go, but it’s entertaining in very small doses, I suppose.Thus, I also suppose it necessary to briefly mention Oregon State’s win last night in the College World Series.
Confession: I did not watch a minute of the CWS. Not even the Championship game. Despite R’s solid list of reasons to watch yesterday, I just didn’t make it a priority.
I don’t know; I was out running errands, and then other stuff came on. I’m sorry. I got distracted. I feel ashamed.
Fortunately, I can redeem this post with the obligatory Beaver(s) joke. Ha. There it was. I hope you enjoyed it.
Actually, this whole not-watching-but-still-writing thing is weird. So this is how it feels to be Jay Mariotti.
