Another Long NBA Season Begins

Better than any Spielberg film...

Another wacky NBA season broke out last night, as the Lakers torched the heavily favored Clippers by 13. Of note is that the Lakers got 76 points from their bench full of has-beens & journeymen. Canada's own Steve Nash had all of 3 points for the Lakers. And most interesting to this viewer was watching Blake Griffin go 3 for 10 from the charity stripe. Terrible...

My favorite moment of opening night was watching Mo Harkless, the kid out of St John's, nail a 3 with 11 seconds remaining to rally the Orlando Magic to an impressive 10 point loss in Indianapolis. Why was that so impressive, you may wonder? Well, if you had the Magic +12&1/2, and I did, it was huge...

In the least interesting match-up from Tuesday's action, the Miami Heat routed the Chicago Bulls. I was good with that though, as I had the Heat -4&1/2. A nice and boring blowout...

Many, many games in the NBA this evening. The one I'm most interested in will take place in the capital of the decaying and almost bankrupt state of California. Yes, Sacramento, where the Kings are hosting the Denver Nuggets. The reason it's so huge is because just a scant few months ago the Kings were on the verge of relocating to Seattle. Then out of nowhere some dude named Kivek Ranadive, a native of Mumbai of all places, swooped in and bought the team and kept them is Sacramento. And that's a shame for fans of the old Sonics. But a win for Kings' fans nonetheless. Anyway, I feel like a huge party like atmosphere will permeate Sleep Train Arena tonight (that really is the new name, they used to call it ARCO...) and the Kings should ride that to a solid win over the Nuggets, who have a new coach, roster depletions, and injury issues. Take the Kings -3.

I found myself in the old Horseshoe last Saturday evening for the 1st time in 5 years, as TOSU was battling with the outstanding student athletes from good old Horseplay U. Can you say mismatch? It was over by halftime. TOSU was up 42-7. I decided to stick around at half and I'm glad I did. I'm not the biggest fan of marching bands you'll ever meet, but TOSU's marching band is a little different than your average marching band. They did this tribute to movies or something during the show. Anyway, at one point they marched across the field like a T Rex. It was quite impressive. I'm sure that shit is all over YouTube. If you haven't seen it, check it out.

I didn't stick around much after halftime because the game was over and it was chilly as hell. I sometimes here folks bitch about people who leave football games early. The argument is that they're not real fans or something silly along those lines. I can't speak for anyone else, but I will say that, while I'm not a fan in any sense of the word, I paid $200 for a pair of seats off some seedy scalper on Lane Avenue an hour before kick-off & if I wanna get up and leave at any point during the game, then that's my prerogative. If folks are offended by that, I would urge them to pay $250 for the same pair of seats to the same seedy scalper and then sit there and freeze their asses off for 4 hours watching a 63-14 ass-kicking.

This is just silly...I'm stopping now.

Jameson. Maybe Too Much Jameson.

The 18 Is A Bad Man

I was out at some joint for Sunday Ticket on Bethel and found myself sitting at the bar outside for the 4 o'clock round of games. And I was surrounded by Steeler fans. There had to be 60 of them lurking about, chain smoking, and getting hammered off their asses. Pittsburgh was playing the Ravens at the time and silly me, I had a bet on Baltimore +1&1/2. I lost that bet due to a very bad decision by John Harbaugh. But I digress...Anyway, needless to say, I was the only person on this bar's patio pulling for the Ravens. And if you know Steeler fan, you know he/she does not take kindly to someone pulling for their opponent on a given Sunday. I didn't particularly care about that though, as we are in America and I can certainly exercise my right to the somewhat free speech we still enjoy. And I did exercise that tenuous right repeatedly during the tilt from the Ketchup Bottle Stadium. I ran through the gamut of my tired comments concerning the Pittsburgh QB and his propensity for trapping coeds in bathrooms. This particular audience had never heard them before however. And they didn't like them much. Let's just say they were a little sore, as Holden Caulfield might opine. At one point in the 3rd quarter, one of the many big, burly Steeler fans decided she'd had enough of my shenanigans and had one of the staff of this awful joint request that maybe I should take off from the place. I was happy to oblige the request. I don't relish being disagreeable or anything. So I bid adieu to the Steeler people, headed to a place a brisk 30 second walk away, & watched the end of the contest. I don't think I'll be going back to that bar's patio any time soon for a Steeler game though. I don't think I'm welcome there...

Earlier that same Sunday I was at the BW3 nearby the joint I just mentioned. The Cincinnati Bengals were playing in Detroit against the scrappy Lions. Or should I say the crappy Lions. Whichever. There were a number of Bengal fans in the bar, many of them in shiny AJ Green jerseys. And that's cool because I like AJ Green as much as the next guy. He's awesome. However, amongst the sea of Green 18 jerseys was a young lady sporting a 32 Benson jersey. I asked several Bengal fans nearby if the girl wearing the Benson jersey was a fan of drunk boating. Alas, none of them laughed...

The day before Sunday, which is usually Saturday, I was out for the TOSU game at one of the worst dive bars in North America (this one is called Flabbys and is located on Tamarack Circle). It's a place I wouldn't recommend anyone reading this ever step foot in. It was an older crowd chalk full of hard looking and hard drinking folks who've probably frequented the place for 3 decades. I tried to stay to myself and keep quiet. But as always seems to be the case, things didn't work out that way. Instead, I struck up a conversation with some old woman who was draining Jameson shots every 1/2 hour or so. And these shots were huge - easily doubles at most bars. Maybe triples. I'm not sure, as I've never been to good at measurements...Anyway, this lady had a bit of a mustache issue. Which is cool and all, I have no problem with that. Except I found it really distracting to try and focus on the TOSU game while this woman and her mustache were swigging back Jameson at an alarming rate. Eventually this lady won like $72 playing Keno. She decided to share her winnings with me and some other dude who had the misfortune of sitting on the other side of her. Yes, you guessed it, she ordered enormous shots of Jameson. Over about an hour period I had 3 of them. And that wasn't the wisest thing I've ever done. I realized I needed to get out of that dive bar just after the game ended. And I did. I know my limits. But before I took off, I asked this old mustachioed gal how in the world she was gonna get home after like 6 or 7 of these at least double shots of Jameson. She said she lived with her mother and it was within walking distance of the bar. I was relieved that she would be able to walk home. But I was also surprised to hear that such an aged person lived with their mother. Out of curiosity I asked her how old her mother was. She informed that her mother was 98. I pegged the drunk I was chatting with to be 67 at the very least. At that point I raced out of the terrible place. Everything ended up okay. I got back home safe and TOSU pulled out a 10 point win over the Iowa Hawkeyes. I don't anticipate heading back to that bar any time soon. Damn Jameson and old women with mustaches...

Alright, Arsenal has a huge Champions League match with Dortmund here in about 45 minutes. I'm out.

Pretty Persuasion

Chatting With Old Men

I know it's been quite a long stretch since my last post on this unnecessary and pointless blog. But don't worry, I'm not dead or anything. At least that I know of. I've relocated from the Gate City to parts father north. It's not important where exactly. Although I bet some of the brighter readers here will be able to figure out where I am currently residing. And by brighter readers, that obviously includes each and every one of you, except Geilfuss. He's always an exception, an outlier, a lost soul searching for something just out of his reach, and generally prone to random and baffling acts of suspect behavior.

Speaking of Geilfuss, I have received several interesting texts from the kid recently. Here are some examples -
1) Sent October 3rd at 9:05 pm - Brandon Sweden is awful. I have no idea who Brandon Sweden is??? Maybe a character from Catch-22???

2) Sent August 4th at 2:39 pm - At the Orioles game. There is a guy from Dundalk telling us how Obama is gonna bring back slavery. The slaves will be white. I simply responded - He's dead on. What else is there to say? 8 minutes later Geilfuss followed with this gem - Now he's ranting about how baseball umps have homosexual tendencies. You can pretty much guess how I responded to that - He's dead on again.

3) Sent on August 30th at 8:01 pm - Doesn't mean I couldn't find some West Virginia strange. I should probably explain the context that led up to this text. But I'm not going to. The fact is that Geilfuss probably did find some West Virginia strange that weekend. If there's one kid who toils away at T Rowe Price who could find some West Virginia strange, it's 100% Geilfuss. No question. I bet he found lots of West Virginia strange.

4) Sent last Saturday at 2:04 pm - I said Peterson is gonna have a Favre request performance. He asked what I meant. I walked away. I would have asked Geilfuss what he meant as well. A Favre request performance to me indicates that Peterson is going to send out pictures of his engorged member to some chick on the Jets media team. I don't think that's what Geilfuss intended. But you never know with Geilfuss. Maybe that's precisely what he intended. I have no idea.

I was out at some BW3 the last Saturday, sitting at the bar minding my own business and pulling hard for LSU -8&1/2, when an old timer struck up a conversation with me. He was wearing a Navy hat for some reason. And Navy had just lost to Duke 35-7. At one point I said, "Rough day there for the Midshipmen." He responded, "The who?" I knew I was in trouble at that point. He went on to inform me that he's in town for work. I didn't care. He further explained that he was from Kansas and hated the entire state of Missouri. And that piqued my interest. I asked him why and he told me that Missouri was pro slavery during the War Between the States back in the 1860's. I knew that of course, but was baffled as to why this old man would carry a grudge that dates back 150 years. He had difficulty articulating why. He was ill spoken to say the least. I was trying to ignore him and concentrate on the Gator/LSU game. Once he realized that I was interested in the game, he tried to engage me in pointless football banter. I learned that if he could he'd punch both Nick Saban and Pete Carroll in the mouth. I asked, "Are you into assault?" I then learned he wasn't big into legal terms, as he was clueless about what assault meant. He was drinking Stella pints and eventually ordered like 24 chicken wings. Now, he wasn't a fat guy by any means & I was curious why he ordered so many wings. I couldn't eat more than 10 of the damn things if my life depended on it. But this old dude ate all 24, very rapidly I might add. It was disgusting to witness. He didn't even eat the wings with any blue cheese. And that's communist shit right there. I went outside to smoke and he came strolling out to head on his way to wherever he was staying. I couldn't have been more relieved. I went back inside and ordered a shot. I felt a lot better after that. These damn old timers from Kansas, sitting there at the bar running their mouths about Missouri and football, they're the worst.

I was at some joint called Sloppys North last night watching Thug U/UNC, Seattle/AZ, and the ALCS simultaneously. Anyway, at one point I went outside to smoke and a gentlemen, this time from Oklahoma, started chatting with me. He had on an Oklahoma State Cowboy cap. I quickly reminded him of the 2004 Alamo Bowl when TOSU, as a 7 point dog, beat Ok State. He seemed nonplussed, which was fine. Then he started telling me that the great thing about Oklahomans is that they all have balls. He elaborated for about a minute on why Oklahomans have balls. It was fairly nonsensical, as you can imagine. Something having to do with tornadoes, farmers, the city of Tulsa, and the state of Texas blowing...I couldn't put my cigarette out fast enough at that point. I went back inside and you guessed it, ordered a shot. These damn guys from the middle of the country. They're really causing me to drink too much. They really are. I have no idea why they would speak to me in the 1st place. I'm not an inviting person. I'm really not...

I was flipping around the old TV the other day and ran across something about the government being shut down. I was all for it. I thought -" Cool, maybe it will shut down forever. That would be a start." Alas, I think it opened again. Oh well...

Bitter Tears

Barry Can't Bury 3's

Excellent Form...

I'm not sure how many folks are aware of this, but there are these message boards on many websites where like minded people communicate with others about whatever topic a particular website focuses on. For instance, many fans of a certain athletic team write back and forth on these message boards about the vagaries of that team's doings. If you've ever scrolled through comments left on any of these message boards, you know that the whole thing is tediously silly and generally a waste of time and effort. Most of the time the regular commentors on a given message board never meet each other. They are "online friends" or something ridiculous like that. However, as I learned last night, on some rare occasions folks from a message board actually get together in person to hang out and get hammered ass drunk. Here in the Gate City, the local Fox affiliate (channel 8) has a website and as you can guess there are a number of regular posters to the comment section of the site. I found myself at a get together of hard core members of the Fox 8 message board community yesterday at some kid's house off Battleground near the Village Tavern. I myself have never been on the Fox 8 website. And I have never left a comment on any message board associated with any website in the known world. It's about as pointless pulling for a Cleveland sports franchise to win a title. At this party for the Fox 8 message board people, I learned why no one should ever get involved with a message board group. The reason is that these folks were freaks. I showed up at this place right after 9. There were all of 6 people there. They'd been drinking since 1 in the afternoon. Tons of jello shots had been consumed to go along with dozens and dozens of beers. I am an acquaintance of the kid who hosted the party and he invited me and I was interested in seeing how a group of online friends might interact together in the flesh. I was there for strictly anthropological purposes. I was a benign observer. In the hour or so I was at this party, I never could figure out what common belief or whatever drew these 6 people together. None of them seemed civic minded in the least. There was no talk of politics, local or national. Instead there was endless talk of going to strip joints over the din of Van Halen playing on the stereo. It was reminiscent of college parties I stopped in on 20 years ago. Pure stupidity. There was a brother there whose name I believe is Justin. This kid was shit-faced drunk and screaming at a bald headed white kid to go to some skank riddled strip club in east Greensboro. That's all the talk I heard. It makes me wonder if Fox 8 is aware that their website fosters this kind of get together. I mean, does Fox 8 want a group of their message board posters getting fucked up for 10 hours on a Saturday and screaming at each other about the merits of dropping $100 at cheap sister laden strip club? Maybe they do. I have no idea. But I do know this. If you're involved in some message board silliness on a regular basis, that's weird. It's fine, but weird. But if anyone ever suggests that the group throw a party at some kid's house on a Saturday in early May where 6 of these message board regulars get oiled up to the point of inanity, someone should discourage it. Because the event was tedious. I took off just after 10, went to a nearby bar, ordered a Red Stripe, and watched the last quarter of the Pacers/Knicks game. I hoisted that Red Stripe back pretty quickly by the way. I felt dirty after attending that Fox 8 website party. I really did.

The biggest news event of recent note comes to us from the sordid world of White House hoops. Our dear fake leader, one Barack Hussein Obama, got into a 3 point shooting competition last month at some Easter Egg party where folks got rolled. Barry managed to jack up 22 shots from distance during the festivities. He made 2. Yes, Barry went 2 for 22. That's a sterling 9% from deep. Awesome. It's no wonder Barry never started for his high school team in the great state of Hawaii. The man shoots under 10% from 3 point range. Very impressive there. Maybe he should stick to skeet shooting. Barry's gotta be better than 10% successful at skeet shooting. Right??? Maybe???

A Real Drag

Would Bobby Knight cut down the nets after a loss?

I mentioned in a recent post that I'd spent a little time at a drag show at some gay club here in the Gate City. The place was near Wendover & 29. It might have been called Sperm House 69. I'm not sure on that though. I could be a little off there. How, you might be wondering did I end up at a drag show? Well, I've been invited over the years to attend one of these things by the Operator of the now closed Wing Joint on Battleground. She used to manage gay bars back in the 80's and has many friends in the drag queen community. So, after a number of years of missing out on these drag shows, I finally showed up at one last Saturday night. I'm guessing a vast majority of the occasional readers of this blog have never experienced the world of late Saturday night drag shows. Let me fill you in on what you've been missing. The first thing I noticed was the dearth of women at a drag show. It was at least 90% dudes. So, if you're single and looking for tail, I wouldn't suggest looking for a babe at a drag show. In fact, as near as I could tell, there were exactly 3 straight guys in the bar - me, the bartender, and the bouncer. The other 150 dudes in there did not appear to get down with the ladies. The 2nd thing I took away from the experience was the actual drag show aspect of a drag show. Here's how it worked - there were 5 or 6 drag queens (past winners of a big drag queen competition in the state of North Carolina) who come out all made up in these gowns and lip sync to songs by Donna Summer or Lady Gaga or artists similar to Donna Summer and Gaga. The drag queens dance around while slip syncing. As the drag queens lip sync and dance a bit the patrons of the gay club line up in front of the stage with dollars bills in their hands to give the drag queens. This happened with every drag queen who performed. I'm not sure how much dough these "ladies" made, but I was impressed with the largesse of the gay dudes in the audience. The drag queens tended to be statue-esque with tons of make up. You could tell they put a lot of time and money into their drag queen endeavors. I was sitting at a table close to the stage. I never really interacted with any of the drag queens or the gay fellas at the place (except the gay fellas I was sitting with - all nice enough guys I've known for quite a while). The last thing I'll note about my experience at the gay club was after the drag show was over. The Operator of the old Wing Joint invited me to dance with her. Now, I never dance. But I made an exception in this case. The Wing Joint Operator & I walked out on the dance floor and did dance for a few minutes. She seemed to be having a good time. As we were dancing to some disco anthem I glanced around at all the gay patrons dancing and having the times of their lives. A few of them were making out. It sure wasn't my milieu, but it was okay. Anyway, I can now say that I have been to a drag show and a gay club. I killed 2 birds with one stone. It was certainly memorable.

I mentioned my buddy Goose in a recent post and his impending baldness. Well, I heard from Goose Monday. Turns out it was his birthday (26th birthday I believe) & Goose wanted to celebrate a little. So, I obliged the kid. It was his birthday after all. I met up with Goose and a few of his friends at some joint on Lawndale called The Backdoor (it really is called The Backdoor by the way, I'm not making that up). As you can imagine, shots flowed. After about an hour Goose was wasted - hammered off his ass. That's when things got interesting. That's usually when things get interesting. What happened in this case is that Goose got some bad news right in the middle of his little birthday bash. A gal he'd been seeing moved to San Diego about 6 weeks ago. Goose was pretty bummed about this development at the time. Well, this girl who upped and moved to Southern California on Goose a mere 6 weeks ago chose Monday night, Goose's birthday, to text and inform Goose that she had gotten engaged. I've heard of bitchy moves by girls over the years. Many, many bitchy moves. But this has to be up there in the pantheon of bitchy moves. To inform a kid on his birthday that you're engaged after leaving him a little over a month ago is downright cruel. Needless to say, Goose did not take the news too well. He went out on the patio of The Backdoor and threw a few things. He managed to calm down a bit and came back inside. He had another shot or 2. Then I told him not to sweat it too much. Any girl who would pull a stunt like that is one he's lucky to be rid of. Goose saw my point of view, had one more drink, and took off with his designated driver. All in all, a very weird birthday. It reminds me of something that could happen to Geilfuss. And that's never a good thing. Believe me.

Conference tourneys are heating up in college hoops right now, as many of the mid-majors are holding their tournaments this weekend. Of particular interest is the Missouri Valley Tournament in St Louis. It looks like Creighton and Wichita St are on a collision course for a 3rd meeting (although Northern Iowa may have something to say about that). I like the way the Blue Jays are balling recently.

Speaking of college hoops, I'd be slightly remiss if I didn't mention TOSU's huge win in Bloomington the other night. The Buckeyes were 7&1/2 point dogs and won outright by 9. It was their best game of the year. By far. The Buckeye D smothered the Hoosiers in the 2nd half, completely shutting down Oladipo. Shannon Scott was all over the place on the defensive end of the floor. The strangest thing about the whole affair was that after the game Indiana celebrated. They cut down the nets. Seriously, Tom Crean had his team cut down the nets after getting smoked at home on Senior Night. Only in Indiana would they celebrate after getting their asses kicked. You gotta love the hicks from Hoosierland. Next thing you know they'll bring Kelvin Sampson back and start cheating again...  

The Guy With The Hairy Back Who Sips Tanqueray At Scams Lakeside

The Next Jimmer???

I was sitting at the bar at Scams Lakeside yesterday afternoon, taking in a couple of college hoops games, and an older gentleman was sitting directly to my left who had some of the most massive back hair I've ever witnessed. It's not something I was trying to notice, believe me. This dude happened to be wearing an ill fitting t-shirt for some reason. In fact, the t-shirt was so loose in the back that I had an easy glimpse of several inches of his back hair. It was a little unsettling to say the least. The guy was getting hammered as well. I'm not sure when he got to Scams exactly, but I do know that when the bartenders changed shifts around 4:20 his tab was $42. And let me assure anyone who hasn't been to any of the Scams around the Greensboro area that it is very difficult to run up that big a tab unless you're buying shots for multiple people. This hairy backed old-timer was doing nothing of the sort. After the guy paid his initial tab he kept on drinking. He was ordering these repulsive looking shots that were off crimson in color. Turns out his shot of choice was Tanqueray with a splash of cranberry. He attempted to speak to me several times over the 3 &1/2 hours we sat next to each other. The only problem with that is I couldn't make out a word he was uttering. I simply nodded a few times in his direction. My attention was solely focused on the Mich St/Michigan game at 4 and the NCSU/G Tech game at 6. I had a monetary interest in the Spartans covering +5 in Ann Arbor and the Jackets and fake Wolfpack going under 139 &1/2. Both things happened. It is March and my track record on college hoops is a good one. Anyway, if you happen to see a sloppily dressed gray haired fellow out at a bar sipping on shots of Tanqueray and cranberry for hours on end, and if you have a razor handy, please hand it to him and plead with said hairy monster to either 1) shave his damn back hair or 2) go ahead and slit his wrists. Maybe both if you can talk him into it...

I mentioned the Michigan Wolverines in the previous paragraph. There is a player on the squad named Trey Burke. And he's very, very good. Blah, blah, blah. One fact about Burke that has caught the attention of fans of TOSU is that Burke is from Columbus, Ohio (he played high school ball with Jared Sullinger for the Northland Vikings if anyone cares). I've read quite a bit of bitching from TOSU fans about why Burke is not playing for their beloved Buckeyes and instead for their hated rivals up north. And that's a fair question. The fact is that Thad Matta did not offer Burke a scholarship out of high school. In retrospect, Matta should have, obviously. But I give Coach Matta a pass on the whole "Why the hell is Burke not playing for his hometown team?" deal. Two years ago Matta signed an even more highly regarded point guard in the same TOSU class that Burke was not a member of - a kid out of the Atlanta area named Shannon Scott (son of UNC's very own Charlie Scott, the 1st brother to ball for the Heels). Scott doesn't start. Aaron Craft starts. But Scott does play vital minutes for the Buckeyes. I've probably watched Scott play in 60 or so games the past 2 seasons for TOSU (I watch TOSU hoops very closely). And you can definitely see what Matta and other coaches like about Shannon Scott. He's lightning fast. He steals lots of passes. His assist to turnover ratio is one of the best in the country. What Scott doesn't do is shoot the ball very well. And that's where Trey Burke excels. Burke can score the damn basketball. It'll be interesting to see if the Wolverines and Buckeyes meet a 3rd time this year at the Big 10 Tournament in Chicago. Some of Burke's worst games as a collegian have come against TOSU. Aaron Craft can flat harass any guard in the country into an off-night. I would just remind TOSU fans to not give up on Shannon Scott at all. Sure, he's no Trey Burke. I'll readily admit that. But I can still see big things ahead for Scott moving forward.

Speaking of the Wolverines & Buckeyes rivalry, that 2nd game they played about a month ago in Ann Arbor was the best game I've seen all season. Riveting. Butler/Indiana is right there as well. And don't forget Gonzaga/Butler either. Or Michigan/Wisconsin. I could keep going and going. The fact is that this has been a tremendous year for college hoops. As always, it's a shame that so many folks in these parts pay no attention to any of the games not involving UNC, NCSU, or Duke. It really is. They call themselves college basketball fans, but have no clue who Shabazz Muhammad, Doug McDermott, Kelly Olynyk, or my main man  Tyler Haws is. And just in case you haven't been following late night WCC hoops this year, Tyler Haws is no Jimmer, but he is close. He can flat gun it. And yes, Haws is a Mormon...

I was out a drag show Saturday night at some gay club in Greensboro. And no, I'm not making that up. As you can imagine, I've got a few stories to tell. It'll have to wait til next time though. Gotta run...

John Paul Jones Arena Not Mike Krzyzewski's Milieu

Ambassador Worm

I was just in one of those pharmacy places a bit ago to buy a pack of smokes. One of the clerks in the place is an aged bag named Chris. She's terribly slow checking folks out. As I was standing there for 2 or 3 minutes while Chris took forever to help some middle-aged redneck broad, I became a little irritated. I'm impatient. So, just to fuck with old Chris the Clerk at the pharmacy, when it was finally my turn to be helped I threw her a 5 spot and said, "I need 5 bucks on pump 3."

Urgent Score Update from Charlottesville, VA: UVA 73 Duke 68. Yet another debacle for the Devils. Some white kid named Joe Harris went off on the vaulted Duke defense to the tune of 36 points in the contest. I will give Coach K some credit, as instead of sitting there looking comatose, as he has so often in recent years, Coach Kry was super animated, trying in vain to rally his boys. It didn't work. Duke was soft. Mason Plumlee was pushed around like a rag doll under the boards. Again. The Devils have lost 4 games this year. Each time the winning team stormed the court. I'm not sure why UVA students decided to do so last night, as the Cavaliers were favored by a point. And you should never storm the court when you win as a favorite. It's stupid. In a post-game press conference, the coach of the Duke's men's basketball team complained about students storming the court and how dangerous it is for him and his poor fragile players. And that smacks of sour grapes. It's very simple for the coach who resembles Hitler, if you don't want hammered drunk kids from UVA  rushing the court after you lose, that's understandable. There's an easy solution for Duke to this frenzied court rushing that worries Coach K so much, that is: don't lose to the Virginia Cavaliers. It's that simple.

Lots of talk in the news about something called a sequester. Our dear leader, one Barack Hussein Obama, has been running his mouth about how terrible this sequester deal will be on the American people. I'm not sure how any reasonable person could take Barry seriously on this. Nothing is being "cut" with this sequester. All it does is slow the rate of growth that Congress spends at. This talk about pain being inflicted on average folks resulting from this sequester is a bunch of nonsense. Pay no attention to it.

Speaking of dear leaders, my main main man Dennis Rodman was over in North Korea this week to hang out with my favorite young dictator, Kim Jong Un. Young Kim is a huge Chicago Bulls fan from back in the 90's when he was a kid. I've noted before on this blog that Un's favorite Bull was none other than Toni Kukoc. Anyway, word has leaked that Rodman and Un became fast friends. Who would have ever thought that it would take Dennis Rodman to thaw relations between North Korea and the old USA? Unbelievable. It might be Rodman's greatest moment since he won Celebrity Mole 2. And as I've noted before, Rodman winning Celebrity Mole 2 is the most amazing achievement in the history of western civilization. Hands down.

I mentioned some college hoops news earlier in this post, and here we are in March with plenty of huge games on the docket this weekend. Tonight features a massive game in the Ivy League, as the Crimson of Harvard travel to Jersey to take on the Princeton Tigers. Harvard will pretty much lock up the Ivy title with a win. Of note is that the Crimson are a 6 point dog tonight. I'm gonna roll with the boys from Cambridge. They beat the Tigers by 12 in their last meeting. Note that the game is on ESPNU tonight at 7. Tomorrow features so many great matchups that it will be hard to keep up with them all. Louisville/Syracuse, Arizona/UCLA, Butler/VCU, & Notre Dame/Marquette highlighting the day. There's also that big game in Durham where Duke will be looking for revenge from the 27 beat down they took in Coral Gables against Thug U. My guess is that Duke will be favored by 6. Enjoy.

Your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear