No Brain Cells Were Injured* in the Writing of This Post
Wednesday, March 17th, 2010Vacation is imminent (2 days!) and yet work is as crazy as ever and my immune system has succumb to whatever late winter/ early spring ass hattery sinus contagion I must have encountered on public transportation. And as an added bonus, I haven’t been able to eat solid foods for two weeks thanks to my unholy bitchass digestive track. So yeah. Posting? Reading and commenting? Tweeting? Not so much.
BUT….
It’s that time of year again. The time when competitive sports become interesting before their long winter (AKA baseball season), the time when words and phrases like “and 1,” “brick,” and “in the paint” once again become a part of my lexicon. When I marvel at Krzyzewski’s perma shoe polish hair, and am reminded of such animals as terrapins and catamounts and lobos, oh my!
March Madness is nearly upon us and while my body valiantly attempts to absorb this z-pack, I’ve also tried to absorb what sports commentary was available on ESPN for free (read: very little). Thus, my final four this year consists of Kansas, Kansas St., West Virginia, and Villanova. I know, I know…what, no Kentucky? Kansas St. over Syracuse? Really? Yes, really. Suck it, haters.**
And for those of you who are “meh” about The Madness, there’s that other bracket. My final four there? Lady Gaga, Taylor Momsen, Juliette Lewis, and Rhianna. I think Little J is the dark horse here in that while she may be young, she doesn’t have an excuse for being such a dumbass about fashion like Lady Gaga (it’s her thing), Juliette Lewis (she’s just cracked out anyway), and Rhianna (who actually can pull off most of her crazy). Little J, I am not amused.
That’s all I’ve got, kids. Back to drinking green*** tea and not sleeping at my desk. And you, well, you’ve got some brackets to fill out. So get to it, yo!
*Or applied.
**My apologies. Blame the cold medicine for my snarkiness. Also, GHatorade.
***Because it’s green and it’s St. Patrick’s Day. Ahhh, snap.



You are a funny mofo, yo!
Dude, get better soon!
Because my beloved Tar Heels aren’t in the tournament at all this year (collective sigh), I’m boycotting the brackets. But, I’ll let you in on a little secret. My favorite dark horse team? The Brigham Young Cougars … because how can you not laugh your ass off thinking about a bunch of Mormon cougars running around campus (and yes, that has everything to do with sports!)?