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The NCAA gave John Bottle the 'Death Penalty'. Thankfully there will be no more football at Exit 7 High School.

Recruiting Responsibilities: Mance-Giles, Narrows, and Southern X Palmer-Doran Borrom, all areas west of Ralph's Country Club in Raven Wess-all of Dalton Addition to the Troll Bridge leading into town Tarter-all of North Tazewell and Sonic Strong- all of South Tazewell and Big John's Burger Palace M.Davis- downtown Hurley and greater metropolis of Whitewood R.Davis-Wise and Bristol M.Henry- Bluefield, West Virginia Beck- Paint Lick Daugherty-Grundy coke ovens to Breaks Interstate Park A Davis- Emory C. Altizer-Henry F. Elswick- College Blueneck Nation-Florida/Hawaii/California

I was at the Bluefield flea market today and heard that Coach Marrs would streak plumb naked down the middle of the field if the G-Men were ahead at halftime. What time is halftime?

I gotta admit Parsons hit a home run with this one. Bulldog 52 has himself to blame; got set up on his home turf. I personally will do a U turn and head the other way when Bulldog52 comes sashaying shirtless down Main Street in those Golden silks ala Freddy Mercury.

It looks like a giant amoeba; perhaps a tribute to the THS Biology Department. That kind of goes hand-in-hand with the swampwater green color. The 'Fighting Amoebas" kind of has a ring to it.

Lance; you gotta get a close-up of # 80 next week w/o his helmet on. That looks like an actual 80's style Joe Dirt mullet. Rock on dude!

Stan Sweet asleep at the teleprompter again huh?

This is true........They just have to go to Mitchell Stadium or Ernie Hicks Stadium to use it!

Is there any truth to the rumor that Coach Compton mistook Pollux for an elk and shot him and ate him?

I would like to see RHS Coach Daugherty and GHS Coach Compton in a chicken wing eating contest

I got a suggestion. Let's find Polly Hamilton aka “The Lady In Red†who enabled Melvin Purvis’ G-men to take down John Dillinger coming out of The Biograph Theater in Chicago in 1934. We make her the cheer coach. Next year when the Bland Bartenders come running out the dressing room screaming like howling grizzlies, the G-cheerers do some 1934 chant like "Watermelon, watermelon, watermelon vine; look at the scoreboard and see who is behind". Bland will never know what hit them; the G-Men are 1 and 0 in the MED! The Beavs are a faded memory.

These pictures are great but not complete without a wide angle snapshot of FatJack Compton !

was observed tonight. Call off the life support; let the dying game draw it's last breath.....the game and the rivalry is over. Graham and Bland should play week # 1 next year

Word is the final blow came when Coach Compton ate the hot dogs that were left for the Richlands coachs last year.

When I saw your kiddies, them little fellers had an awful sunburn. They shoulda worn them some straw hats and burmuda shorts with some Bulldawg striped tube sox. That there oldist one had him some musterd stains from that foot long Coney on his LaBron jersey; I hope yur old lady got that out of that Cav's jersey; that thing is a cullecters item. I hope them two didn't peel like onyuns; especially with school pictures comin up soon.

That wasn't Coach Compton. That was Meatloaf .

Go pick up an officiating manual.....proper mechanics used (whether at the goal line or at the 50). Ask the side judges to suck into the numbers and watch what happens on a fake. It would have made no difference if the side judges were on top of the tight ends though as any team, coach, quarteback, (fill in the blank) that is stupid enough to run a sneak up the gut (especially diving into the ground) with minimal time left and no time outs gets what they deserve. You see this same scenario in pee wees and the pros. The refs can't make a call (one way or the other) if they don't see definitive proof that the ball crosses the goalline. Case closed. If the Leave it to Beavers had been wiser they might have tried to manage the clock better and gotten two plays run the last few seconds. Surely they could have scored on the lowly GMen.

six more committed today: (1) The drugstore cowboys (2) The Raven Wrecks (3) The Seaboard Seahags (4) The Pounding Mill - ers (5) The Sword Creek Sword swallowers (6) The Taco Belles

BC will play their games on the train parked in the weeds below the stadium

I believe old David Scammel could pick up 200 yards in this game; any chance some senior citizens like Scammel and Plymal will dress out for the game?

What happened ? Did Ole Wave tackle Strong in the concession stand for a two point safety?

The Moose is playing Gedi mind games on you BluMom! The ole ball headed bench boss has 'em just where he wants them. He confuses the opposition with rhetoric; loses by a few the first go round; camps out in the lane...see the method to his madness? Remember you read it here first......Moose will be the SWD COY!

..what got Mark Cooper in such a bad mood? ..somebody steal his lunch ???

Who was that picture of in the article? .....Father Time ? It sure couldn't have been Buster; the Tiger Woods of the Hard Woods. He must have spent too much time at the Hard Times Cafe.

Doug Marrs has gotta go