The Men of Troy....Let's take a closer look at the mascot that the University of Southern California chose... The city of Troy was laid siege to in one of the single, most vicious, long lasting...well...siege...in recorded history. The Greeks surrounded their city and tried to starve them out, all over the beauty of a woman named Helen... After battle after battle after battle was fought and many on both sides were slaughtered, the Trojans awoke one day to find the Greeks gone. High-tailing it back to the seas, their ships, and Greece, and their own city-states. In their stead, the Greeks left-what was thought by the Trojans-a gift. A sort of olive branch, or a shake of a hand to someone who just took your beer money at 9-ball. It was a huge wooden horse. The Trojans were so overjoyed at their sudden victory, their ability to OVERCOME ADVERSITY, that they went wild and delirious with joy, and wheeled the wooden horse inside their sturdy safe city gates. Once inside a huge feast ensued, going late into the night... When the last Trojan had fallen into deep, wine and cheese induced no less...Their complete and utter destruction was complete... The Greeks had hidden a crack unit of soldiers in the horse itself, and they sprang out, and a sudden, apocalyptic annihalation from within commenced. Troy was sacked, Troy indeed fell, and the Trojans single handedly allowed themselves to commit the most foolish military blunder in recorded history. Southern California chose as a mascot a group of people known for allowing the Greeks to utterly destroy them using their own hubris... The Greeks-an ethnic group that's biggest contributions to the world are currently naked Greco-Roman wrestling and greasy Gyro sandwiches...These are the people that wiped out the Trojans on the world stage, with everyone watching... Don't hold it against USC and their fans...I'm sure they didn't really think their choice through...
Put you in the middle of fifty of fifty of them ... grease you up and you wouldn't be so sassy ... COWBOY!
Ramah...I was making fun of Greeks...Not the "Greek lifestyle" which often included the older men taking a young teenage male to "have relations" with...Which is something you evidently find very enjoyable, though I'm hoping sincerely that you're not a member of the YMCA's Big Brother/Little Brother mentoring program... I understand that you choose to live your life whatever way you want...But, please feel free NOT to tell us about how someone would act if they were "greased up" between 50 "Trojans"... I don't think the LSU program would like it too much if you started regaling everyone here about your fetishes for grease, "greek style" sexual proclivities, and group sex... That's just a little beyond what I was reaching for with that post... Keep yourself in the closet, Dummah....
I'm not the one BOASTING about partying past the 700 block on Bourbon Street (wink) ... you're "baguette" secret is safe here
If you consider "partying" with Hugh Hefner and Playboy Bunnies (Miss June 1999 in particular)...Then go ahead and start tossing out the fact that I'm a homo... The next time YOU land a PLAYBOY BUNNY, lemme know...For now, if I'm at Club 735 at 735 Bourbon, and you're TOO FREAKING OLD TO REALIZE that it's a BAD-ASS NIGHT CLUB FOR YOUNG PEOPLE (something you are most decidedly not), then I can't help you... Your homophobic panic attacks are quite intriguing however... Perhaps there are some latent devious desires lying beneath all those sacreligious scripture quotes... Come to think about it, the way you pout and whine when someone questions your foolish viewpoints, you do come off as having some "Queen-ish" tendencies, don't you, Dummah? ;-)
I can relate. Someone brought a paper-mache Green Wave to the pool-hall once. We used to throw darts at it. If there was a "Man of Tulane" inside, he was a midget and he forgot to make a door. Sucker is probably still in there. I can't blame USC for picking the Trojans for a mascot . . . not if the alternative was the "Greeks". Nevertheless, I'm LMAO.
