Note to Coach
Ray Lopes: When faced with the prospect of prison time, the first step is preparation. You can start by boning up on your N.W.A. lyrical knowledge.
Take this handy quiz and break yoself. Don't be another sequel.
Even from Fresyes headquarters in New York, I've heard the
little birdies talking about
Lopes's resignation and whether it's related to
his helpfulness during last year's murder investigation of former FSU basketball player Terry Pettis. More on this as it develops… But until then, you might as well
root for Stockton in the NCAA Tourney.
Dear loyal readers, thank you for your patience, and my sincerest apologies for disappearing. You see, last thing I remember was early February, a party on Bourbon Street,
Stacy Johnson-Klein and a voodoo curse -- then I think I fell into a K-Hole. Paramedics said they found me balled up in the fetal position in
Louis Armstrong Park, with third-degree burns on 60 percent of my body. God, that was some party.
During this traumatic experience I had an awakening … a breakthrough. The Lord spoke to me several times, asking me the basic meaning-of-life questions: what kind of traffic I was pulling on Fresyes these days, whether I'd ever considered Google ads, and whether I guest-DJ'ed at parties, like those other bloggers. We chatted for what felt like hours, me and God. I came away refreshed, renewed and spiritually enlightened. Nothing but the burns and blogger's block remained.
I recount this story in order to let you know we (and by "we" I mean two lazy people with full-time jobs) are not dead. Fresyes will remain a living, breathing site for the foreseeable future. The updates may not come as often as, say,
the real pros, but we'll be here for you, forever and ever amen.
