FB: Liberty League

[Jonny Utah]

The Professor doesn't know of any former Dutchmen that may have been in the pros in the past, however he is happier that he doesn't have to see his team don brown and gold.   The Professor would go nuts if he were born to a Padres or Astros fan after their history of brutal uniforms.

How dare thou forget Rich Romer who played for the mighty tiger-bearing mascots of Cincinatti in the decade of the year of our Reagan, A.D.?!

Though humbly apologizes, The Professor's mind from that era is clouded by visions of Lego blocks, and good sir Boomer, leader of the tigerclad warriors.

Sir Richard Romer was a brave man.  But to this day the echos of the legendary King Butterfield live on.  In the year of our lord 1986 AD, the brave men from Ithaca gallantly rode into the wild land of Schenectady for a battle which hasn't been seen since the likes of Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain men of the Vert Mont took on the Crown itself.   It was here where the legendary King of Tompkins County spoke those famous words....

In the Year of our Lord 1986, patriots of Ithaca - starving and outnumbered - charged the fields of Schenectady. They fought like warrior poets; they fought like Bombers, and won their freedom.

Alas, Lord Jonathan the Bloody has no land nor no people to route for this year.  He must rekindle the flames of the past and relive past memories of greater times.

[Rolevio]

The Professor doesn't know of any former Dutchmen that may have been in the pros in the past, however he is happier that he doesn't have to see his team don brown and gold.   The Professor would go nuts if he were born to a Padres or Astros fan after their history of brutal uniforms.

How dare thou forget Rich Romer who played for the mighty tiger-bearing mascots of Cincinatti in the decade of the year of our Reagan, A.D.?!

Though humbly apologizes, The Professor's mind from that era is clouded by visions of Lego blocks, and good sir Boomer, leader of the tigerclad warriors.

Sir Richard Romer was a brave man.  But to this day the echos of the legendary King Butterfield live on.  In the year of our lord 1986 AD, the brave men from Ithaca gallantly rode into the wild land of Schenecty for a battle which hasn't been seen since the likes of Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain men of the Vert Mont took on the Crown itself.   It was here where the legendary King of Tompkins County spoke those famous words....

In the Year of our Lord 1986, patriots of Ithaca - starving and outnumbered - charged the fields of Schencety. They fought like warrior poets; they fought like Bombers, and won their freedom.

Alas, Lord Jonathan the Bloody has no land nor no people to route for this year.  He must rekindle the flames of the past and relive past memories of greater times.

The Professor would dote karma upon you for such eloquence if not for such binding time restrictions.

[Naked Nott Run]

THE BARON is most curious... Mr. Guru sire. Which board be it, that you most secretly enjoy? For I see no board which matcheth our mind, our body... or soul???

http://www.winmysoul.com/

[Frank Rossi]

THE BARON is most curious... Mr. Guru sire. Which board be it, that you most secretly enjoy? For I see no board which matcheth our mind, our body... or soul???

http://www.winmysoul.com/

"Mr."?  What type of title is that, Young Baron?  Henceforth, Patrick Coleman shall be referred to as "Sir Guru of the North, South, East and West Regions, King of the D3 Domain" - For such an error by thee, proceed immediately to the gallows...and I speaketh not of Ryan Gallo's castle.

[Naked Nott Run]

Franklin,

Many apologies to you and your kin. Our famous father, Sir Coleman. I meant no disrespect


The Ryan Gallo's (haha)

[union89]

The Professor doesn't know of any former Dutchmen that may have been in the pros in the past, however he is happier that he doesn't have to see his team don brown and gold.   The Professor would go nuts if he were born to a Padres or Astros fan after their history of brutal uniforms.

How dare thou forget Rich Romer who played for the mighty tiger-bearing mascots of Cincinatti in the decade of the year of our Reagan, A.D.?!

Though humbly apologizes, The Professor's mind from that era is clouded by visions of Lego blocks, and good sir Boomer, leader of the tigerclad warriors.

Sir Richard Romer was a brave man.  But to this day the echos of the legendary King Butterfield live on.  In the year of our lord 1986 AD, the brave men from Ithaca gallantly rode into the wild land of Schenectady for a battle which hasn't been seen since the likes of Ethan Allen and his Green Mountain men of the Vert Mont took on the Crown itself.   It was here where the legendary King of Tompkins County spoke those famous words....

In the Year of our Lord 1986, patriots of Ithaca - starving and outnumbered - charged the fields of Schenectady. They fought like warrior poets; they fought like Bombers, and won their freedom.

Alas, Lord Jonathan the Bloody has no land nor no people to route for this year.  He must rekindle the flames of the past and relive past memories of greater times.

Ahhh, I remember that time well....It was I!!!!!  Squire Albert "TheMonkeyStomper" Bagnoli of Worchester who coached that mighty Dutchmen squad.  We battled long and hard that fine afternoon against a mighty band of brothers from the west named the "Bombers".  Even though airplanes had yet to be invented, thusly, our confusion with the name of these Western NY Knoblemen.  It was I!!!!  Squire Albert who takes total blame for this unglorious defeat in overtime at the home of Minerva!!  For I....Squire Albert attempted to run a trick play in OT which failed miserably!!  During a field-goal attempt I shouted, "Where is the tee"....this fooled not a soul on the other side of the battlefield and a poor soul named Robert "The Dim Whitted" Anderson who was performing our kicking duties that dreary afternoon was mercilessly destroyed on that very field. 

That 1986 Union squad was far superior to the mere mortals from ithica NY on that dreary afternoon...I...Squire Albert!!!!  Take complete and total blame for the most boneheaded play call in UCAA Midieval Times!!

Sir Garnet of the Giant Female Breast can vouch for the accuracy of my poor decision making...... 

[superman57]

I'm sorry I live off of nott street and would be quite scared for life If i ever saw a naked Gnome

[Frank Rossi]

I'm sorry I live off of nott street and would be quite scared for life If i ever saw a naked Gnome

Obviously, thou hast never walked past Olde Geppetto's Pub at half past dusk to witness such said event.

[SJFF82]

Union fans:

How well to you 'guys' travel?  Looking forward to a raucous 'house' at Growney Stadium on Saterday.

[labart96]

The followers of the College of Union travel with only the finest casks of wine and most savory of cheeses.

['gro]

that is a good question, when is the last time the U went on the road for a playoff game?? Surely the union faithful have packed enough of the afforementioned wine and cheese to make the trip to Rochacha

[SJFF82]

you guys are nuts...lol....You better bring a lot of cheese to go with the wine...ing that you will surely be doing all day.

[Frank Rossi]

that is a good question, when is the last time the U went on the road for a playoff game?? Surely the union faithful have packed enough of the afforementioned wine and cheese to make the trip to Rochacha

In the 95th year of the 20th century of our Lord, Union travelled by a steed like no other to the State of Plymouth and to the ugly-uniformed home of the State of Glassboro, also known as the bretheren of Rowan.

[Naked Nott Run]

that is a good question, when is the last time the U went on the road for a playoff game?? Surely the union faithful have packed enough of the afforementioned wine and cheese to make the trip to Rochacha

For I am Baron Burger Thighs McButter Tits- Naked Gnome of Nott Street.. not
Baron CHEESEBurger Thighs McButter Tits- Naked Gnome of Nott Street... The cheese will be scarce I feel. For winter holiday means the Union knights have packed up their Volvo-horses and are headed home to enjoy wine and cheese with mummy and daddy at the lake house in Nantucket.

IS THAT HONESTLY the real AL B.

[Naked Nott Run]

Baron Gro... I await your telegram on the shoes being fixed up... The wood splinters my heels