Western Michigan Fall Issue 4 - 10/4/12

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The Black Sheep

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Volume 5, Issue4 10/4/2012 - 10/18/2012

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The Bell of the Ball Diaries WMU Victory Bell wrote this

October, 1939: Alright, team! Jeepers, everyone’s just crackers out here, and I’m feeling pretty hype myself after that doozer of a game! Those queens from Miami didn’t even stand a chance and our Broncos really told them to chase themselves! That’s the cats, Miami - you mess with us, we’ll buck you up! Ooh, I hope I’m the first to say that! Gee, I’m gonna love being the Victory Bell for Western Michigan! November, 1941: Aces up, team! Undefeated! Gimme one, Broncos, I can’t believe we did it! It’s a lalapaloosa here in Kalamazoo, and they couldn’t have done it without me! Mitt me, kid, I think I’ve got myself a permanent gig! September, 1942: I got my orders in from Uncle Sam - I ship out to Germany in a couple weeks. It ain’t gonna be easy, but they tell me I can help our boys really stick it to those kraut pills across the pond. And how! If anyone can give those Nazis a good lacing, it’s yours truly! I ain’t… I ain’t crying, you Nancy. I’m gonna win this war and I’ll be back before the Broncos know it. Hell, those wheats won’t even need me until the war’s over, I’ve seen ‘em play! Be good, Western. Abyssinia. September 21, 1956: I’m back, Daddy-O! Hot damn, I’ve missed football, and this is gonna be a killer season! I hear we’ve been playing pretty badly, but with me on the field this’ll be cake! And our first game is against those jokers from Central? This’ll be a laugh and a half! September 22, 1956: What the hell, Broncos??? November, 1958: Twice. Those Bronco nerds rang me twice this season. Those clowns from Central even beat us again. I feel so useless. A student heard my cool weeping and came over to tell me to get a grip. We shot the bull for a bit and he offered me a toke. I’m not supposed to get wasted with the students, but whatever was in that joint was bitchin’! I’m on cloud nine! I forget what I was so low for!

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November, 1960: The boss man’s just bent about our season. But I’m like, chill out, man. After the game some dudes came by with some booze and a couple of joints and we got blitzed. I totally like it when we lose. The peaceniks all come out to make sure I’m feeling alright. It’s legal - I’m 21 this year. Happy birthday to me, have another losing season. I’m gonna go check out whether those cool dudes have any of that vodka left.

September, 1965: My boss is going to flip out! I can’t believe I missed the first game of the season! I told my buddy I had to get back, but he just told me to chill out and tossed an empty beer can at me. As soon as he gets back from work, I’m gonna totally ask him to take me home.

October, 1962: Yeah, Western. Fight on. And totally don’t forget to propagate violence as a means of establishing dominance at university while you’re at it! Yeah, let’s just hit each other until we win some totally bullshit trophy. That’s the American way. Man, I have some stuff you should read. It would blow your militant mind. Hey, don’t bogart the weed, kid! Pass it along!

November, 1971: Way… way to go, Western. Heard about your big season. I… I should have been there!

April, 1965: On the road! Man, I’m so glad I’m out of there! I got nothing to do until September and I’m so tired of hanging around those yuppies at Western! One of the kids offered to take me on a vacation, and I was like, “Killer! Let’s jam!” It’s been real, Western!

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August, 1965: What a summer! We drank with my buddy’s friends, smoked some dope, took hilarious pictures of them licking me and slept in! I haven’t felt this groovy in years! I’m ready to get back to football!

January, 1966: HELLO! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME OUT THERE? I AM BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL! HELLO!!

October, 1979: Fight on, fight on for Western… Take the ball, make a score, win the game… March, 1985: Oh, great, the attic. That’s exactly where I want to be. THEY’LL COME FOR ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU JUST WAIT! February, 1989: No one’s coming for me. Are they?

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June, 1995: I, WMU Victory Bell II, being of sound mind and body, declare this to be my Last Will and Testament… October, 2010: Something happened today. The man who kidnapped me came up into the attic (he’s aged like Hell. Serves him right.) He took one look at me and went back downstairs. I don’t know what he plans to do with me, but I’ve been studying his old karate “how-to” tapes. I can take him. August, 2012: I… I don’t believe it. The kid who stole me put me in his car today and drove. I thought he was going to melt me down, like 70 years ago. But when we stopped, we were back in Kalamazoo! I mean, I think it’s Kalamazoo. It looks totally different. There are new buildings all over Western’s campus, and the students dress like it’s Halloween or something. But the kid took me out of his car, patted me on the head and said “Welcome home.” He handed me to some strangers and drove away. Thanks, kid. September, 2012: ALRIGHT! Who’s ready for some mother-loving football! I got my war paint on and I am ready to go! It’s been 50 years, dude. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed this. Come on, Broncos, let’s kick some Panther ass! Hey, what are you doing? Goddammit, I’m the Victory Bell! Why aren’t you looking at me? Look at me, you little assholes! What the Hell, Broncos?!?

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