So I was enjoying some tallboys and airplane bottles of ‘Fighting Cock’ whiskey at Rambo last night and it hit me. Virginia Tech is the Rambo of the ACC. They didn’t want us. In fact, they voted against us. Just like the Burmese militant groups didn’t want John Rambo coming into their country and tried to stop him. But you know what? Just like JR, we found a way in.

Now that Tech had found a way in, you figured we would be a bunch of pansies, just thankful for admission. You would think that we would fit the mold of the ‘wine and cheese’ crowd that dominates the ACC. But you would be wrong if you thought that.

Since joining the ACC, sure, we’ve broken a few rules. We’ve stomped on legs, faces, and elbowed the powers that be. Are these good, admirable things? No, they are not. But it just goes to show: We Are Virginia Tech. Or as Bruce Smith likes to say, we are “An Ass-Kickin’ Chicken.” And we are kickin’ rears in the ACC like Rambo tormented the Burmese militants. We aren’t the beloved underdog we were back in the ’90′s. Now we are a rough and tumble group, crashing the ACC party like me on Tussin, and we don’t care what everyone else thinks. Look out ACC, we are just getting started. Rambo would be proud of us.

Note: My buddy and I were at a bar before the movie and we asked two ladies if they wanted to join us in seeing Rambo. We said, “You look like the kind of girls that would like Rambo.” Amazingly, they shot us down. I wasn’t prepared for that at all. Who’d of thought that wasn’t a good come-on line.

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