The USC Song GirlsWhen I think of Black Friday, I imagine throngs of Virginians scaling the outer walls of Wal-Mart, the weekly circular clutched in their sweaty palms. It’s five a.m., and overly confident and overfed ladies (not unlike those Thanksgiving Turkeys lain out on their tables the night before) are kicking up dust on the sidewalk with their hooves, me...






























