39 thoughts on “Radio, Radio

  1. Shaw’s selfish actions continue to be a distraction to the team… Wolf should really be discussing this weekends game against Fresno State, but it is obviously a “non-story”……

  2. Scottie, please do us all a favor and focus during this interview, instead of acting distracted like you’re moving your laundry from the washing machine to the dryer…..

    • Having met Scottie I can definitely say he has never moved his laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.

    • who was kicked off the team immediately, without fanfare, lies or attention-seeking press releases?

      #clowncollege

      • Lot of sexual assault seems occur at ucla, is that the culture there. Peeping toms, rape and stalking?

        • Speaks the clown college currently under a federal investigation for hiding such crimes, oops!

          • Shirley, Richardson, Caroll, Mc Donald…
            Lot of lost bruins, trolls don’t talk about because USC lives rent free in their little brains

          • You and your fellow trolls spend your life here. Can’t you find a rehab for your USC addiction.

          • all dealt with without lies, fluff PR pieces or hesitation. Only at Clown College can the Josh Shaw saga take place!

          • And UGLY lives rent free on a 80 yard practice field. #UCLAsmascotismotheatenbear

          • Good I’m showing coach mora a few fingers. Battle ain’t over yet my friend.

          • HAHAHAHAA!! UGLY is also under investigation!!! Google it my friend.

            There are more rapes and sexual assault around UCLA than USC…….

          • “More rapes” you would know this how, the FBI doesn’t even know, what a genius… .

          • But your doctors still sell body parts of victims.
            #DidtheylearnthatsickbehavioratUCLA

    • T. White’s story does not include “a rescue yarn.” White was suspended and is no longer with the UCLA FB program.

      However, OJ Simpson’s HT is displayed proudly in SUCC’s Hubris Stables.

      • And UCLA graduate and Serial Killer Rodney James Alcala still has his degree.
        #yourahypocriteandafunnyguy

      • Yes, and I really dig all your cool gymnastics and women’s softball trophies at your place. Is it underwater?
        #UCLAathleticsisbuiltonrandomwomensports

          • Yes, and Justin Medlock can drive, Darryl Henley can also provide security and Uncle Sammy Gilbert can underwrite the whole thing.
            #UCLAisbuiltonabedoflies

        • well, since all of your recent NCAA titles are in water polo, I’d think you’d appreciate the under water aspect of Pauley.

      • So Shaws Lying is worse than what White is charged with. And Sam Gilberts Ncaa banners hang in Pauly

  3. Well, that was a bust of an interview, Scottie….Thanks for the “inside” info…..

  4. Wise Booster, it is done. Last night, ring in hand, I waited on Trousdale before the park between Bovard and Taper, approximately where the Old College building stood. Clara lurked beside me, unusually quiet. Just after midnight, the thick fog gathered again. I saw that the sidewalk beneath my feet had turned to asphalt, and then Old College itself loomed above me in the mist, its arched windows glowing beneath a steepled tower. I handed Clara the ring: “Hold this and wait outside. Hopefully it will keep the doorway open for my return.”

    I climbed the steps and opened the front door. A library occupied the first floor. Not a soul was there, but one. A rather tall young man stood before a bookshelf, book in hand – it was “Der Grassenkutter”, in which I found the ring! As he placed it back on the shelf, I spoke: “Is your name Marion?” Startled, he turned to face me, and there was something familiar about the fellow, but I could not quite say why. “Yeah, but nobody calls me that. Mostly they call me Duke.” “Did you just leave a ring in that book?” “If it’s meant to be, that ring will find its way back to me,” he said despondently.

    “You weren’t holding that ring for Morley at all, were you?” I asked. He snorted sourly. “She just assumed I was. I guess I let her assume it. What would you do if you pulled a ring out of your pocket and then a girl gave you an earful about Morley Drury?” “Maybe… you could still tell her? What if I brought her here, right now?” “Forget it. I’m off the team, I’ve lost my scholarship, I’m a drop-out and a part-time actor. Clara Bow could do a lot better than me.”

    “I wouldn’t say that, Marion.” She stood in the door and held up her hand, now wearing the ring. Marion stared, awestruck, and then he strode through me as if I were the ghostly one. Together they walked out the door, and I followed, figuring I had better exit lest I be trapped forever. The two of them were already almost lost in the mist as I descended the steps of Old College, but Clara turned and approached me. As the fog lifted and the Old College building faded from view, she leaned in close and said something to me that I will not repeat here, and then together the two of them departed, walking arm in arm into the night and through the night to I know not where.

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