Kansas, it came down to the final possession against Southern Illinios an you should feel lucky you got out alive.Â Â UCLA, if Pitt would have not blown so many layups and had been closer at the end, you too would be going home.
One of will not be so lucky next game.Â
Â (Confidential to O’Keefe – I’m glad I picked you as my hottie, even though you only ride the bench.Â The scruff you are growing looks good with with your warm-ups.)
I volunteer to comfort Jamaal Tatum.
Last night, I actually had one of my viewing companions tell me she didn’t think Tatum was hot. I broke a beer bottle over her head right on the spot.
I need to see the scruff. I didn’t notice it last night. Now, I need photographic evidence to, um, review for posterity. Or something.
I hate you, Pitt. I believed in you, and how did you repay me? With NOTHING!
Yeah, well at least my boy Ron Ramon came through with some wicked-hot threes, saving us from completely embarassing ourselves on national TV.
Also, every time I think about Ramon I think of your “Dominidar,” Mets, and I have to giggle.
oh, yeah, Ron Ramon. God, I can’t believe he’s my little brother’s age. When did I start having dirty thoughts about boys my brother’s age?
Oh, Ramon’s out, but you still have Al Horford.
Bonus: his dad’s name is Tito. Tito!