I Didn't Shave Today...

It is my day to shave according to my Monday-Wednesday-Friday routine. I look like a fucking wolverine. I didn't shave because I showing my solidarity as a conscientious objector to the tyranny that is a) having to work today (based on my national holiday/sports theory) and b) having to work today because I got 5 hours of sleep because every motherfucking game went to overtime or was won a last second shot with the last minute taking 45 minutes in every game.

Or because I'm just lazy. Either way.

Yesterday was absolutely bananas. It was the least disappointing start to any sporting event in recent memory. Started out 8-0 in my "researched bracket"....and finished 12-4. Fucking Marquette. I'm sort of glad they lost. Thanks for coming Georgetown.

I'm going dark Jack Bauer style at 2 p.m. CST so that I can be up until 1 a.m. watching the games on a slight delay (although I will probably catch up because of lack of commercials at some point). DON'T CONTACT ME!!!

Only upsets I've really got today are Utah St. and Georgia Tech, neither of which are that huge. I also picked Florida St. over Gonzaga for some reason, even though Gonzaga is going to beat Syracuse in round 2. Or Vermont, because some asshole at the Green Bay Press Gazette picked Vermont over Syracuse.

Rise and FIIIIIRRRRRE!!!

For those who didn't see this yet, this is ridiculous. And for those who watched the "video" above and still didn't see it, because it is the worst quality video ever to hit the internet since Paris Hilton, I will describe it to you. The above scene comes after Creighton just got finished blowing a 22 point second half lead, and fell behind on a three with 7 seconds left, which was followed by a missed shot that was tipped out of bounds with 1.9 seconds left. What you see is Valley player of the year Booker Motherfuckin' Woodfox hitting the ugliest looking jumpshot on the planet. What you might not realize is that this is what his jumper always looks like, and he shoots 51% from beyond the arc. His shot is a mix between Shawn Marion and Bill Cartwright. On his free throws he lines up with his heels at the three point line, crouches down as far as he can, throws the ball towards the free throw line, takes one giant crouched step, catches, stands up straight legged, and hits about 80% from the line. And he's got a small flat top. And I found video!
I'm sort of in love with him. Not pictured: P'Allen Stinnett dunking with his off hand behind his head.

Of course, all I could muster was a silent Tiger Woods-like fist pump because I was watching ESPN's scoreboard update every thirty seconds because I'm a) too lazy to go to a bar to try to find the game, b) too cheap to upgrade my dish, c) too cheap to buy it on the internets.

I was pretty sure we were playing Bradley this afternoon, but I guess we are playing Illinois St. Whatever, I think we are in. We weren't even one of the "last four out" according to Joe Lunardi (whom isn't that great at what he does, but I'm too lazy for any other research while I should be "working").

C'Mon

This will make my 18th straight post, and 19th of 20 on this blog. While I enjoy hearing my own voice, my guess is that some would enjoy hearing Bear's views on beehives v. salmon, Gotwinkies views on the political ramifications of hunting pheasants and Loaf Cobra's views on PCP. Bueller? Bueller?