Dallas Rides With Ruff
If Conference III was a bar, it’d be a bar in an industrial area that had been there for a million years, its zoning grandfathered by a city with more important things to deal with. It’d be populated with second shifters downing $3 pitchers and occasionally Thurston Moore would play there for some reason.
It’d have its funny but gruff old-timers — Claude and Hitch. It’d have its plain gruff old-timers — Joel and Barry and now Lindy. It’d have the young guy whose gruffness is enough to impress the grizzled types — Patrick. And then it would have that social-studies teacher and hyper-intense high-school coach who wears his Russell coaching shorts to the bar. Nobody likes Mike, but, eh, have to have somebody to make fun of.
Which Ruff Ryder is Lindy’s favorite? Probably Eve, because if there’s one thing Lindy Ruff likes it’s a lady, a real broad. It is definitely not Jadakiss, because Lindy Ruff is not going to tolerate a Truther.