Pat...
A "these-colors-really-don’t-run" pat to all the JMU folks who came out for the Villanova-JMU game and tailgated, despite the pouring rain, to cheer the Dukes to victory.

From a Philadelphia area alumna who was glad to see purple and gold north of the Mason Dixon line, even if she has to squint through Hurricane Ivan to do it.

Dart...
A "way-to-ruin-my-party" dart to the jerks who crashed my birthday party and put three guys into the hospital when you decided to start a brawl.

From a junior girl who knows you’re too dumb to read this, but thinks you should go back to the hole you crawled out of.

Dart...
A "what-were-you-thinking" dart to the freshmen who thought lighting a Chanello’s box on fire at 4:30 am wouldn’t cause the smoke alarms to go off.

From a sophomore girl who thinks you deserve all the "freshman" jeers she’s sure you get walking down Port Republic Road.

Dart...
A "way-to-let-everyone-in-The-Commons-know-you’re-a-pyscho" dart to the girl who stood outside our door for two hours on a Saturday night banging on it trying to see our male roommate.

From his female roommates who are going to start screening girls before they come over in the future.