Funnier than cheesy softcore porn: watching Bob Huggins and Coach K embracing and whispering into each others’ ears after the WVU/Duke game.
What a couple of assholes.
Part of me can’t wait until March Madness is over and I can resume my normal life in its entirety. Is it terrible that I stayed home last night to try to catch three minutes of Memphis’s cake walk first round game, even though they never even showed any of it beyond like two highlights? Is it equally terrible that I’m considering staying home tonight to watch the Mich State/Pitt game so I can see who Memphis plays next weekend, assuming they get past the Bulldogs (In my house, Mississippi State = "The Bulldogs"; I am massively sad that Memphis has to play them, because the spot in my heart that they maintain is squishy-soft)?
I have too much emotional investment this year. When my friends’ teams lose, I want to help them plan symbolic Viking funerals at Jamaica Pond or down the Mississippi River. When my friends’ teams win, I call or text them to congratulate them. If or when (please, not when) Memphis loses, I’m going to be pretty crushed. It’ll be about the same feeling as being dumped by someone I had really high hopes for going down a long road with. Seriously, I’m not exaggerating.
THIS IS THE YEAR. THIS IS THE YEAR THAT THE LORD HATH MADE.
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