Written by Judith Blakley
And reposted from www.lovelaceway.blogspot.com

The Martinsburg High School football team has suffered a major heartache. The Bulldogs, rarely defeated, now face tonight's game with a huge reversal of fortune.

Having defeated Morgantown and Potomac Falls, fans would think they are going to tonight's game 2-0; however, officials have penalized the team for an ineligible player and the Bulldogs were forced to forfeit their two previous games.

As reported in The Martinsburg Journal's article "Eligibility violation costs 'Dogs 2 wins" Link, the high school received an inaccurate transcript from a student who just moved to the area. Coach Walker told the Journal that they did not do anything wrong and he is appealing the decision by the West Virginia Secondary School Activities Commission.

Written by: Judith Blakley

This is the actual story of my first caving experience, as reported in the Dead Dog Dispatch. I have left the names out because this was five years ago and I have not secured permission to use their names online.

My first caving experience:

I went on my first wild caving trip, June 19, 1999. The group consisted of X Sr. & Jr., Y, Z, and myself - Judy Blakley. We ventured into Whitings Neck Cave first, where we slid down a muddy slope to get to the entrance. I learned a valuable lesson right off the bat: do not wear sneakers caving!(I slipped climbing into the cave) Everyone was very helpful in showing me how to maneuver through the cave, and soon I was feeling confident and relaxed.

The first part of the cave was the scariest for this newbie. There were plenty of places for me to slip and fall, and I am happy to report that that did not happen.

Ah, it's almost that time of year again. The smell of pigskin is in the air and across the country guys are pulling their terrible towels, wedge of cheese head hats, and face paintout of storage. Yes, football season is almost upon us.

Even as I type, I have a calendar out, crossing offthe next 0-25 Sundays (depending how well my Steelers do in the playoffs), and my wife is drafting up divorce papers.

I am actually lucky in the fact that I have an understanding spouse when it comes to affairs of the football heart...either that or she just gave up after 10 years of trying to get my ass of the couch on a Sunday afternoon.

I am also very fortunate to be an atheist as I feel no guilt about shirking my theological duties, and am well aware that if there is actually a God, I'm doomed to an eternity in Hell watching the Cleveland Browns.