Funny story about that.
One night, right in the middle of that brouhaha, BP3 and #JoeTales were out drinking with a couple of non-teammates (typical fratty finance major lookin' dudes). I was on my 6 mile run, just passing in front of The Whopper (where they all lived that year, because it was new) when they all ran by. BP3 was making a lot of noise for 2:30 a.m., and because the white dudes were in the lead, it looked almost as if he were chasing them while wailing like a banshee.
Joe brought up the rear. He kind of shrugged at me, as if to say "what can you do?" I was pretty sure nobody recognized me because I had a facemask and heavy winter clothes on.
When I got home, I emailed Chet, who was a grad assistant that year. I suggested he tell them to hold off on the craziness until the Polar Bear stuff blew over.
I hadn't thought about that for a while. But then ...
I went to visit with Joe at halftime of the Grand Canyon game last year. He's working at a car dealership in Phoenix, and was wearing a slick gray suit. He whipped out his phone and Facebook-lived our visit to his boys, mock-interrogating me about the time I turned them in.
During the next home game, after I returned to Champaign, I spotted DJ in the stands. So I went to say hello. He was laughing when I got up to his row. He said "I seen you on that (Joe's video thing)."
Moral of the story: Chet is a narc.
Also, Judy is disgusting white trash.
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