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Post by nepaexplorer on Mar 7, 2013 17:16:17 GMT -5
Dot the cafeteria lady who saved me a discarded Daily News at the end of every day.
Stanley the Housekeeping Supervisor screaming "Who f**ked up this hallway?"
My roommate who woke up early on Parents Visitation Day, switched all the signs leading to the "Model Dorm Room" so they pointed to his room, and then sat on the couch watching TV....naked.
La Salle circa 1981-85.
Lets win this f***ker for all of them!
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Post by La Salle 08 on Mar 7, 2013 17:29:40 GMT -5
The local guy who hung out at the hockey house so much that he came to a few of our games (only hockey he's ever seen).
Living on campus March-May 2007 after my internship with no classes to attend.
The Phillies playoff push in the fall of 2007.
The triathalon of Finnegans($10 - 3 hour open bar)/TikiBobs ($1 drinks)/Mcfaddens ($2 drinks) on Friday nights.
My friend breaking up a fight in Wister basement by stepping in the middle and pulling down his pants.
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Post by theneumann64 on Mar 7, 2013 18:25:34 GMT -5
Man, I have to be careful on a thread like this to avoid getting weepy instead of humorous and sentimental. If I have a few drinks, I'll probably segue into the former, but some quick hits for now:
My house, 5747 Woodstock Street, which we inherited from some guys, had a basement where the only 2 activities that took place were laundry and throwing beer bottles at a cement wall. The night we beat St. Joe's in 2008, at one point, I said "Let's go downstairs and throw bottles" like I was suggesting we have a nice picnic in the park.
My Freshman year, my friends and I got the guy in Mario's, who we (affectionately?) referred to as "Asian Mario" to open up at about 2AM to make us food. While he was cooking it, there was talk of urinating on his floor for reasons still yet to be ascertained (The threat was never delivered on).
The yearly Media Formal in which each year was a contest to see who could vomit in a more inappropriate place at an inappropriately early hour. (8:45 in a potted plant is still the record holder).
Oh and one time we all got so drunk that I accidentally slept with my roommate's girlfriend.
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Post by explorerpride on Mar 7, 2013 19:43:05 GMT -5
Pre-gaming in our dormroom on a Thursday night with the cheapest vodka imaginable (Vladimir). It always wound up being more fun than wherever the place we wound up going.
One of my most accomplished hours was when I bumrushed my visibly intoxicated roommate out of the rugby house... he had vomited directly on one of the guys that owned the house, and I immediately pushed him out the door and off the porch. He thanks me to this day.
Charter Day.
Kicking fieldgoals on the football field at midnight when they left the lights on.
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Post by ltrain38 on Mar 7, 2013 19:50:52 GMT -5
Pre-gaming in our dormroom on a Thursday night with the cheapest vodka imaginable (Vladimir). It always wound up being more fun than wherever the place we wound up going. One of my most accomplished hours was when I bumrushed my visibly intoxicated roommate out of the rugby house... he had vomited directly on one of the guys that owned the house, and I immediately pushed him out the door and off the porch. He thanks me to this day. Charter Day. Kicking fieldgoals on the football field at midnight when they left the lights on. He just wouldn't stop throwing up that first semester. The stuff of legends. He was the best fieldgoal kicker of the bunch, though. |
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Post by ltrain38 on Mar 7, 2013 19:52:29 GMT -5
Man, I have to be careful on a thread like this to avoid getting weepy instead of humorous and sentimental. If I have a few drinks, I'll probably segue into the former, but some quick hits for now: My house, 5747 Woodstock Street, which we inherited from some guys, had a basement where the only 2 activities that took place were laundry and throwing beer bottles at a cement wall. The night we beat St. Joe's in 2008, at one point, I said "Let's go downstairs and throw bottles" like I was suggesting we have a nice picnic in the park. My Freshman year, my friends and I got the guy in Mario's, who we (affectionately?) referred to as "Asian Mario" to open up at about 2AM to make us food. While he was cooking it, there was talk of urinating on his floor for reasons still yet to be ascertained (The threat was never delivered on). The yearly Media Formal in which each year was a contest to see who could vomit in a more inappropriate place at an inappropriately early hour. (8:45 in a potted plant is still the record holder). Oh and one time we all got so drunk that I accidentally slept with my roommate's girlfriend. Pretty sure I drank at your place at some point after the 2008 St. Joe's game. Drank a lot of places that night. |
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Post by stlexplorer on Mar 7, 2013 21:35:07 GMT -5
This thread is a great example of why I loved La Salle
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Post by coqui900 on Mar 7, 2013 21:41:29 GMT -5
Those feral dogs that lived in Ogontz when it was still abandoned and would scavenge the Neumann garbage bins. They were BEYOND frightening.
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Post by 20thandolney on Mar 7, 2013 21:56:49 GMT -5
This thread is a great example of why I loved La Salle It is probably normal for most schools alum to talk about how beautiful their school's campus was/is. We talk about how we bought 40's and cheese steak egg rolls through bullet proof glass before going to a party in a disgusting basement. |
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Post by luhoopsfan on Mar 7, 2013 22:33:18 GMT -5
This thread is a great example of why I loved La Salle It is probably normal for most schools alum to talk about how beautiful their school's campus was/is. We talk about how we bought 40's and cheese steak egg rolls through bullet proof glass before going to a party in a disgusting basement. Everything in these two posts is everything that is right about La Salle. We are unique as a university and as a community. This thread is awesome and makes me feel so good about La Salle, not because if all the stereotypical things that people say make a college great, these things are real and legit. This is why a good basketball team really helps your school community overall, it makes us talk about all te great things we shared despite now living in separate areas and lifestyles and coming from different backgrounds. This thread is why we are going to win Saturday |
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Post by calidelphia on Mar 7, 2013 23:46:11 GMT -5
Also, I will fess up to being a hipster. (On a scale: Compared to REAL hipsters I'm far from one since I live in Roxborough, voted Republican and will never ride a bike. However, compared to more mainstream folks, I own a lot of indie and punk and love Wes Anderson.) In the mid/late 90s, La Salle was legitimately one of the premier concert venues for indie/punk music in the city. There was a club BackPAC that my friends pretty much ran. The school gave BackPAC a ton of money to book bands and other things. This was outside the confines of "school books dumb magician" that you'd usually see. So we'd have these really big (for indie standards) bands come through regularly. The most well-known name was probably Less Than Jake. But we also had the Archers of Loaf, The Promise Ring and a bunch of other stuff I'm forgetting. I also think Atom & His Package's first or second show was at Backstage. Every other weekend was a great show right there on campus. This probably means nothing to 99.9% of you but it was a great time to be able to have access to all of that. My friends and I were really not into the frat stuff but this gave us a way to have our own little scene on campus. It was also a really good recruiting tool since a lot of high school kids came to those shows and ended up at La Salle. And, yes, shockingly we all loved basketball. Thank you in part to Justin Cupples for those shows. How did so many posts go by before the belfield toga party was mentioned. I also loved the chop shop straight up the hill on logan and the warehouse full of stolen junk that was next door. anyone ever now a guy named bubbles? Here's a little something for others who won't be there this spring goo.gl/maps/GIxAZ Click around, but keep your cash in your sock. |
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Post by 1801olney on Mar 8, 2013 8:40:11 GMT -5
Also, I will fess up to being a hipster. (On a scale: Compared to REAL hipsters I'm far from one since I live in Roxborough, voted Republican and will never ride a bike. However, compared to more mainstream folks, I own a lot of indie and punk and love Wes Anderson.) In the mid/late 90s, La Salle was legitimately one of the premier concert venues for indie/punk music in the city. There was a club BackPAC that my friends pretty much ran. The school gave BackPAC a ton of money to book bands and other things. This was outside the confines of "school books dumb magician" that you'd usually see. So we'd have these really big (for indie standards) bands come through regularly. The most well-known name was probably Less Than Jake. But we also had the Archers of Loaf, The Promise Ring and a bunch of other stuff I'm forgetting. I also think Atom & His Package's first or second show was at Backstage. Every other weekend was a great show right there on campus. This probably means nothing to 99.9% of you but it was a great time to be able to have access to all of that. My friends and I were really not into the frat stuff but this gave us a way to have our own little scene on campus. It was also a really good recruiting tool since a lot of high school kids came to those shows and ended up at La Salle. And, yes, shockingly we all loved basketball. Would have loved to see the promise ring at La Salle. Saw them last year at the church and they were awesome. I miss spring Friday afternoons of drinking 40s on the lawn of 1801/1803. |
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Post by coqui900 on Mar 8, 2013 9:02:12 GMT -5
Also, I will fess up to being a hipster. (On a scale: Compared to REAL hipsters I'm far from one since I live in Roxborough, voted Republican and will never ride a bike. However, compared to more mainstream folks, I own a lot of indie and punk and love Wes Anderson.) In the mid/late 90s, La Salle was legitimately one of the premier concert venues for indie/punk music in the city. There was a club BackPAC that my friends pretty much ran. The school gave BackPAC a ton of money to book bands and other things. This was outside the confines of "school books dumb magician" that you'd usually see. So we'd have these really big (for indie standards) bands come through regularly. The most well-known name was probably Less Than Jake. But we also had the Archers of Loaf, The Promise Ring and a bunch of other stuff I'm forgetting. I also think Atom & His Package's first or second show was at Backstage. Every other weekend was a great show right there on campus. This probably means nothing to 99.9% of you but it was a great time to be able to have access to all of that. My friends and I were really not into the frat stuff but this gave us a way to have our own little scene on campus. It was also a really good recruiting tool since a lot of high school kids came to those shows and ended up at La Salle. And, yes, shockingly we all loved basketball. Would have loved to see the promise ring at La Salle. Saw them last year at the church and they were awesome. I miss spring Friday afternoons of drinking 40s on the lawn of 1801/1803. Let me assure you when I tell you it was one of the best shows ever. I'm pretty sure the school had NO idea that we had shows with 100+ people in Backstage. I was buddies w/ the aforementioned Justin C. He was a bit younger than me -- I think he was a freshman when I was a senior but I might be off by a year. Good dude. |
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Post by coqui900 on Mar 8, 2013 9:07:56 GMT -5
One highlight:
I had one of the NCAA EA Sports games that came out. I called a few of the players on the team (Donnie Carr era) to go over their stats. K'Zell was the most apprehensive. He told me all the players had the game and all of them tried to light up. But K'Zell told me something funny -- the version of him in the game was a white kid and everyone was giving him crap about it. Good dude.
He also ended up getting married to a good friend of mine and one of the most attractive girls in the history of that campus.
The BEST player on that era in terms of entertainment value was Reds Smith. I had a few classes with Reds. My roommate also worked part-time in the SDR booths. Reds, for some reason, took a strong liking to us super nerdy white dudes.
I was in a car no less than three times with Reds. I lived in East Falls for a bit and drove him to the rec center down there. When we were on Rt. 1, I was jockeying for position with a truck and Reds and the truck driver started screaming at each other.
One of my other roommates was giving me crap when I told him that I actually considered Reds as a friend. Then one day in the food court I ran into Reds and he gave me this multi-step dap handshake/hug combination and I left my buddy awestruck.
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Post by coqui900 on Mar 8, 2013 9:40:01 GMT -5
Also, I haven't gotten into the best 75% of my tales. I'm afraid statute of limitations laws might not have passed for some of the borderline felonies we committed.
I had two versions of La Salle: My degenerate undergraduate days and then my scholarly grad school era.
I worked full-time on campus in grad school. Those jobs are THE BEST if you can grab one. The pay is terrible but the benefits are outlandish. They'll also pay for your tuition so if you're looking for a MA, go for it.
This is my favorite tale from working on campus.
I worked in the nursing school. The faculty and the dean were THE BEST. I can't say enough about how great they were. However, one of the administrators was a bit prickly and was constantly churning through secretaries.
We had this temp who went to St. Joe's, so I don't feel bad talking about her. I don't think she graduated. This girl was completely nuts.
Literally on her first day of work, the dean walked past and asked how she was doing. "Oh, I've done this this this and (me) has done nothing but gone on the Internet." Mind you, all she did was make a few copies. And even better, I had done all this work for the Dean the week before and I'd also been there for a while and she could've cared less.
So this girl just got crazier and crazier. She wouldn't stop talking and all she did was speak about how drunk she got the night before.
Anyways, she mentioned how she went to Girls High. One of the faculty members did, too, and they started talking. The girl mentioned she was on the step dance team at Girls and then, in the middle of the lobby, did the entire Girls High step dance routine. Everyone came out of their rooms and just stared in disbelief. It was pretty much exactly like that scene from the British version of The Office where David Brent does his dance. Absolutely amazing.
Anyways, she ended up getting fired before her contract ended because of her lunacy. I went to the bathroom and she locked herself in it, sobbing, punching the walls screaming on the phone to someone about how "I NEED YOU TO DRINK WITH ME!" Yikes!
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Post by theneumann64 on Mar 8, 2013 11:28:53 GMT -5
They still don't seem to worried about us on their message board. In the words of Lou Brown: "Let's see if wee can't give them all a nice big sh!tburger to eat."
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Post by coachd on Mar 8, 2013 12:33:17 GMT -5
The unexpected (mostly good)...
Freshman year - first day on campus, our female RA told us we could store as many cases of beer as could fit in our closets in St. Hilary and then took us all to the Hideaway bar and to our surprise no one got carded. Stevie Black leading us to NIT.
Sophomore year - discovering that the distributor with the walk up window didn't card anyone anymore. LaSalle became a University. Being one of the first to learn Truck was ineligble and having to deal with Villanova beating Georgetown as we all felt violated.
Junior year - one of our quad-mates was a guard on the team that saw little playing time. Learning a kid named Lionel Simmons was coming along with a coach named Speedy.
Senior year - no longer could you visibly carry bottled beer into dorms. Me and my roommates appearing on USA Network (unfortunately no cable on campus) and local news after a big NIT semi-final La Salle win at MSG and everyone telling us they were going to the NIT final game because of our excitement!
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Post by luhoopsfan on Mar 8, 2013 12:48:29 GMT -5
I did this to be perfectly appropriate
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Post by thehawkisdead on Mar 8, 2013 17:45:21 GMT -5
Walking from 'cold beer' to the townhouses on a Friday afternoon carrying two cases of miller lite pounder cans (not too heavy but VERY pointy at the corners).
Hanging around with Reggie Okosa.
Sentimental favorite: making the walk along the sidewalk between the library and tennis courts on a warm night as the sun set over the townhouses. Beautiful scenery.
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Post by lasallerules1978 on Mar 8, 2013 17:57:09 GMT -5
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Post by theneumann64 on Mar 8, 2013 18:05:29 GMT -5
Search called off for missing hiker?
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Post by jellybean on Mar 8, 2013 20:10:18 GMT -5
They still don't seem to worried about us on their message board. In the words of Lou Brown: "Let's see if wee can't give them all a nice big sh!tburger to eat." Congratulations. Someone on the SLU board took this quote and twisted it around to say "La Salle doesn't respect us." Meanwhile they have people saying SLU beats us 82-28. If only the fans could play the game. |
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Post by luhoopsfan on Mar 8, 2013 21:05:55 GMT -5
They are the Villanova of the Midwest, and that is by no means a compliment
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Post by luhoopsfan on Mar 8, 2013 21:07:26 GMT -5
We ruined senior night two years ago, lets do it again
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 22:21:27 GMT -5
We have owned their senior night for the last 4 years! They have returned the favor in AC twice since. That game two years ago was my absolute favorite, down 7 with two to play, we converted everything and kept St Louis off the board.
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Post by calsufan on Mar 8, 2013 23:12:26 GMT -5
Scrounging up change to buy quart bottles and passing them around still wrapped in their paper bags.
Sitting on the roof of Edwards on a nice spring night sharing a bottle of Muscatel with some of the basketball team.
Driving over to Jersey to buy a case of gallon bottle Roger Wilco gin for our weekly gin and tonic parties senior year in the apartments.
Going to Garr's Thursday nights for quarter beers and then heading to Pat's Steaks at 2:00 AM to see who could eat the most "cheese withs". We should not have been driving.
The school closing down for two days during the Blizzard of '78. We went up to Big Top and bought kegs of beer that we stuck in the snow and ran the line through our dorm window.
Francis working the cafeteria grill and cooking up the greasiest cheesesteaks, home fries and eggs ever known to man.
Helping to organize and word of mouth publicize a planned food fight at the cafeteria to protest their atrocious tasting stuffed cornish game hens (pigeons?). The plan was that one of the guys at the radio station would play the 1812 Overture at dinner and everyone would start throwing their game hens. Food Services got wind of the plan and they changed the menu for dinner that night.
Buying grain alcohol at the State Store for Guyana Punch Parties (grape kool-aid in a nod to Jim Jones) which we mixed in new 30 gallon plastic trash cans.
Listening to one member of the basketball team who lived across the hall play "More than a feeling" by Boston literally 20 times in a row almost every night.
The ridiculous "Macho Man" contest in the quad that SGA sponsored my senior year in honor of the Village People song.
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Post by coqui900 on Mar 9, 2013 12:47:49 GMT -5
Currently listening to Doolittle by The Pixies to get warmed up for the game. This was the album I listened to the most my sophomore year of college, aside from probably Pinkerton by Weezer. I happen to have it on vinyl so I'm going with that as opposed to my iTunes stuff.
Beginning my walk over to JP's shortly. Planning on getting a chicken cheesesteak since that was my food of choice. Do they have soft serve ice cream?
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