Dear God

Wow... did we take it in the you know what on Saturday!

Parlay #1... over when Illinois and UL didn't cover. Yikes...

Player bet Garcia vs. Felton... Garcia shits the bed like a 3 year-old who just met Freddy Krueger. Honestly... why couldn't it have been Pitsnogle vs. Felton. That would've been snogarific!

-Halftime-

What you need to realize here is that we'd lost the parlay after the 1st game. Now, when we bet on it the first time, the over under for the UNC-MSU game was 157. So, we gave The Kid's mom a call, and had her throw some bones down on the over/under for just the UNC-MSU game... you know, so we could make the money back that we'd lost. Only catch... now the over was 159. Right. Seemed like a good bet after 15 beers.

OK, so we were looking shitty most of the way through for the over. However, the over looked like Miss Universe standing next to our Roseanne of a second bet... namely Alan Anderson. Good lord... he shit the bed worse than Garcia. Next year, in the Final Four, I'm betting on the players who I want to lose... it's guarenteed to work out.

Oh... but wait... the evening could be salvaged by my 38th beer and a final POINT in the UNC-MSU game... hit it! NO! Get the board! SHOOT! Off the rim... get the fucking board Davis! Shoot it you red-headed Scalabrine-wanna be! CLANK!

Damn you Paul Davis. Damn you Michigan State. Damn you 158 total points.

Where's my beer? Did we pay the check? Who tipped our switch-hitting waiter? Not me. Let's go to the Fed... nothing can possibly go wrong.

I'm still hung-over! But we are taking the remaining money and riding one last PARLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY into the sunset. Illinos straight up, and the over. C'mon BUCKETS!

What's wrong with us?