Glancing at the first line of this kid's suicide note of sorts I saw "sports management", and initially thought he was throwing in the towel because the school ripped him off by promoting the sports management program as worthwhile. The sports management program rivals the embarrasment of losing to St. Francis on Lou Carnesseca night aka the race to 50 pts. (Monty had a point blank lay up to win, and I love the irony that the place would have erupted due to a triumphant victory over...the terriers? I am a proud by default grad of the spm program and used a good gpa to get into law school, but I feel MOST enrolled in the spm program did not use their bachelors to convince their current boss to hire...nevermind their major. I had fun at sju which is most important, and for those of you that have taken those bs classes envision Fletch in her infamous white lace thong in the back seat and Captn. lazy Missere (Robert Barone) getting into his 1978 diesel benz (which he sleeps and shaves in) bellowing Hellooooooo Carol. gross.