Sportsmeat

Sometimes, finding time to blog is hard work. I mean, even in the February lull of sports action, I've seen incredible games worthy of comment, including the Texas-Texas A&M showdown on Wednesday, which Snoop recently highlighted. Our beloved Bucknell Bison are vying for a trip back to the big dance, though they'll have to go through Worcester (Holy Cross won the home-court tiebreaker by having a better RPI). And the Knicks' season is twisting its way down the hopper after Crawford's injury. But when you're busy, it takes something truly sensational to get you back on the blog train.

Like when the principal of your old middle school sells meth to a police informer from his office and is later apprehended while naked and watching gay porn, also in his office. Allegedly.

The local press, formerly my employer, seems to have taken particular joy in running photos of the rusty "Drug Free School Zone" sign outside of Nitschmann (pronounced NITCH-mann and named for the man who felled the first tree when the Moravians settled Bethlehem... there's a replica log cabin across the street, for students who have trouble imagining what Nitschmann's contribution might have looked like). While it's usually fun to see your hometown in the news, even when it's because some crazy college kid robbed a bank to pay off his gambling debts, it's hard to see any silver lining on this cloud.