I am writing this message, deep within the throes of discovery--of truth, of light.  All of us--STARS, DJs, members of fraternities or sororities, reporters, or just good people, share one common thing.  We are all, at the most basic level of our existence, George Washington University Colonials.  It is for this reason that I feel you need to know about this message, for in the upcoming seasons, I hope that this will be revered as something GW often lacks: tradition.  I only hope that you can share my vision of GW's future, that you can grasp the importance of what is at hand for the University.  I know most of you personally; in fact I tried to send this only to people that know who I am, so that the message is not lost on you.  I think each and every recipient understands that I would not send this if I were not serious: I have not gone off the deep end, I am not insane. The logic behind my idea is simple and known to all who were once children and ever attended the circus.  Please, send this on to the rest of your organization.  I firmly believe that if we can get even a small contingent at this, the only home game of the fall semester, to participate, then we will be known and feared throughout the A-10 and most certainly the country.  Imagine seeing your face on Sportscenter after every home game, as Dan Patrick, Stuart Scott, Trey Wingo, Kenny Mayne, and Rich Eisen report that the Colonials are thoroughly invincible at home.  Below, I have included a copy of a message I recently posted at georgewashington.rivals.com, that outlines the plan of action.  Please take this seriously, please participate, and please send the message on.

"Fellow Colonials, I write this (albeit long) message in the hopes that I can rally universal support for the newest innovation in fan-antics. I don't care about Bradley. I want us to be ready to obliterate Siena when they come to our house this weekend. Now imagine yourself as Jim Cantamessa, 3 point shooter extraordinare for Siena, at 6'8", until now not afraid of our medium-height starting quad. You are fouled and step up to the line. Expecting to hear the customary boos and chanting, you set up for the shot, but when the shouts don't come, you are suddenly disconcerted. There is something wrong here: no one is making a sound. Needless to say, you miss the first shot. While the ball is out of your hands, you turn around and take a look at the student section, notorious for being, as TP might say, "psychotic", to reassure yourself that you haven't gone crazy, that there really still are fans here. But what you see there frightens you more than any other of the open threats you receive each time you play away from home: instead of students, there are clowns, jumping up and down in absolutely synchronized rhythm, making no sound. Clowns, jumping, staring at you, clowns pointing at you, clowns with little bells tied to their ankles, just barely audible over the sound of your own beating heart. You don't even see that the ref has already thrown the ball to you, and it bounces off your sweaty palms and back toward Pat Ngongba, who passes it back to the ref and smiles at you, because he knows, as you do, and as Penders and Lund and SJT and the whole student section know, that you will miss the free throw. The clowns have penetrated your twisted heart and you will never be able to shake their image, striking fear into you each time you set up at outside range or on the line. The time has come, Colonials, for the next step in creating an invincible home court. If we can all dress as clowns, not buff and blue clowns, but clowns, the kind that clean up elephant dung at the circus and have scared you since you were young, no one will dare defeat us in the Smith Center. So please, come Saturday as a clown and see the sheer terror on the face of the Siena squad as we put them away by 15. Guaranteed."

Thank you for taking the time to read this.  See you Saturday.