City College of San Francisco
Bishop attended City College of San Francisco from 2003 to 2004. While there he was a two time letterman. In 2003 Bishop was on the team that won the national championship game that went 13-0. He was ranked by SuperPrep as the fourth-best community college player in the nation and was voted California's 2004 Junior College Defensive Player of the Year by the JC Athletic Bureau/California Community College Football Coaches Association. He was named the Northern California Conference Defensive Most Valuable Player and was a First-team JC Gridwire All-American. He finished the season with 118 tackles 10 regular games. In California's state championship game he had 14 tackles, one sack and two tackles for loss against the College of the Canyons.
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