
Okay, so now that the Bat Girl contest is over, all except the announcement of who won, I have to say that even though I really want to fucking win…….there’s a lot to be said for all the warm fuzzies I’ve gotten out of the process itself. And while I’ll write more about this later, I have to highlight here a sweet post by a Wharton classmate and former hockey teammate on the Wharton Wildmen, who wrote the following for our LinkedIn Wharton Wildmen Group. Thanks Craig H., love you!! Now I just need to dig up some of those Mardi Gras pictures to post here……
Wildmen - It's time to help one our own, Tasha Huebner, achieve a sporting honor she well deserves. For anyone who went to Wharton back in 96-98, you could not forget Tasha for her flagrant disregard for her own (or others) safety on the ice, her snarky write-ups in the Wharton Journal, or for a lucky few of us, her *ahem* presence at Mardi Gras. Well Tasha, or as she made some of us call her - "Mistress" - was diagnosed with pretty serious

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Next up: traveling with the Boobages of Death.....
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