There was a fight started by Cal Players. When Dwight Powell steps in to break it up, one of the Cal weenies flies across the floor like a cartoon character. The already fouling Cal sissy, bounces, twice. If the Weenie punks can't take a shot or two without breaking into tears, they should stop starting the fights. They got punked in their own Hass-Ass crib. Now they want to cry about it. They jumped all over Stanford's smallest player, Aaron Bright, clubbing him in the head, at every... Sign in to see full entry.