Whew! Are you kidding me, Duke? What the hell are you trying to do to me? God, where has our offensive consistency gone? Where has our defense gone? Word on the street is that D-mark is sick, and boy he sure looked that way last night. Thank God for Gerald Henderson and his flying elbows of fury. At least someone on our team has decided to join GP3 in the "I have a pair" club! Onto WV who knocked off a decent Arizona team last night in more impressive fashion than we beat Belmont (by the way... props and congrats to the Bruins for nearly knocking us off and ruining my favorite comeback to whiney UNC fans... Weber State, bitch!). Singler and Thomas will need to shut down Alexander in that game, and I feel like maybe he will be in for a healthy dose of McClure. Dave can shut that kid down and if we don't have to double him, it will really help.
The aftermath of that game was terrible. Everyone in the house was drained, and it pretty much ruined the rest of the night. It felt like we'd lost. The last session of games seemed to pass in a daze with Kid and I placing some ridiculous parlay that didn't come through... I think we just bet something to pretend like nothing bad had happened. Weird. As for the rest of the games yesterday, everything went according to seed for the most part, minus the Mayo v. Beasley... er, um... USC v. KState game in which USC didn't show up and Beasley wrapped up the number one pick in the upcoming NBA Draft. Oh, and UCLA held Missisippi Valley State to 29 points. 29?! Are you serious? I mean shit, a team of me, Kid, Lou, Moose and Diddy could score 29 in 40 minutes. Will there be more madness today? We can only hope! GO Mount St. Mary's! Mount the Tar Holes!!!
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Now, onto the dangers of texting. So last weekend we had some people over to watch the ACC Tourney on Friday. A friend came over, she watched the games, she ate some food, we exchanged "hellos". Other than that our interaction was fairly limited. She heads out to the bars with some friends, and the next morning I recieve a text message from her... it is an odd message, and, perhaps, could be read as flirtatious. Later in the day, my friend calls and explains to me, in a horribly awkward kind of "I feel really stupid about this" way, that the message was not meant for me, and that it was to another guy with the same first name. (Although... how many Mullets can one person know? I keed, I keed.) Later on Saturday, she did the same thing again, with an immediate apology text explaining that she wasn't hitting on me, and that she was going to fix the naming problem in her phone. So why do I tell you this? Well, because last night I too experienced the dangers of texting. A flurry of texts at the end of the Duke game cascaded into my phone. Jack-ass UNC fans goading me had thier texts deleted without response. Friends who were watching the game and had genuine concern for Duke were going to recieve responses. In a chronological sense, the first one of these messages came from my best friend from Ohio and read, "Whew! (Wipes hand across forehead and gets a drink)". Now, I felt the need to reply simply with a phrase from our youth which we used to express frustration and disgust, "F**k me," I replied... or so I thought! Indeed through an accidental drunken keystroke, I had passed his message in my inbox and replied to the previous message in my inbox which was from a good female friend, who promptly recieved an unsolicited text message from me that read simply, "F**k me." WHOOPS!! Quickly realizing my error as my screen went from my sent message back to the message that I replied to, I pooed myself a bit, and furiously typed out an apologetic reply/explanation. I sent it and decided that further texting would have to wait until another day. The moral... DON'T TEXT DRUNK!!! Or at least be careful.
God Bless The Fourventeenth!
