Toga! Toga! Toga!

To all helms and hooligans, near and far. I'm sporting a toga to Saturday's Irish Embassy Pub party. I've been called out lately by certain FLC administrator types for putting too much effort into bar events and athletic events. Thus, I'm calling upon the spirit of Bluto himself to bring another title to the Fort.

I'll be sporting a toga on Saturday at the Embassy ... plus argyle socks (for that wanker, Gunn), my Ska/1999 jersey (for the original helms), an Old Fort hat (because it matches the Brazil jerseys), and my soccer wristbands (which will be outdated with their one star after about 3:30 p.m. Saturday).

Appetizers are on me for anyone who wears a toga. I hope I run up a big, fat bill.

For Slaughter, Yoshisauce, Berglund and the Nutz, I might even have a pizza delivered on my dime if ya'll send photos of yourselves in togas.

Hooligans, unite!