Finally, to put to rest any confusion, Alumni Week-end will go off, as planned, on Friday April 30th (for golf and Fat Bob's) and Saturday May 1st (game and post-game events). The first Saturday in May is reserved for college alumni events. UB, Buff State, Canisius - we all have the same plans. I hope to see everyone there.
Of course, please feel free to continue the discourse amongst yourselves via e-mail, if you like. Some of it is highly entertaining and some is actually insightful. It's good to hear from everyone. Hope you are well, and I look forward to seeing everyone on April 30th at Fat Bob's.
Cheers
Molnar

It was real neat seeing all of you cocksuckers again, and even some of you for the first time... For those of you who thought that I would be hurting in the morning, you're all wrong. While the rest of you were nursing your hangovers, I indulged in a brisk walk all over downtown Buffalo...looking for my fucking car. After about five or six miles and a stiff cup of Spot coffee, I found it - stereo intact, no less. I even had the wherewithall to shuttle Timmy and Shady Will to the airport. It was the least I could do, actually. Six hours prior, Kennedy extended me (and the rest of you, really) true Crabbie courtesy by picking me off of the barstool, throwing me in a cab with ten bucks and a hotel key, and sending me on my way to softer surfaces. Dude did me a solid. I think he did it for everyone else's sake, too. I probably smelled like steak&cheese&flying bison chowder, and people were getting tired of lifting my face out of spilled beer on the bar. On the way out, he even managed to cop a feel on a pregnant chick. Impressive. Some of my foggy recollections were: Flagg does two tours in Baghdad without a scratch; plays five minutes of rugby and breaks his hand. The last audible words out of my mouth were, and I quote: "Terry fucking Curtin, where the fuck is he? Bring it on bitch." I don't need to recount the ass beating I took as a result. I can't believe I went back for seconds....same results. The rookies showed much gusto out back of Guido's. It was a good time throwing beer on some naked idiots. Just ask Mendler. Brought me back to the Old Buf Pub. Mendler and Meehan having a grande ol' tyme with their camera-phones while I regurgitated a steak and cheese and re-acquainted myself with the granite curbs of Elmwood. I've made no progress these past ten years, evidently. Splashback is a bitch. Cipar 2: Electric Boogaloooooooo Last time I checked, there were more than two verses of Beastiality's Best, you fucking pussies. C-Ray, enlighten us with a top five. mercdaddysteakandcheeeeeeeeeeessse
PS> Fuck you Mendler and Meehan.