Great Success!

Easy cover, a much-needed beer, and fin.

UH OHHHHHHHH!!1!

Shit going down in the final minute .... a little wrestling underneath (even after Baylor fucked me with a walk-on party). 3 zebras checking the monitors for flagrants ... taking forever. Now playing: "241" by Reel Big Fish. So there's that
...

And no fouls at all, after 8 min of delib. Sweet. 20 sec to cover.

Go Bears!

And the job market!

Oh dear ...

My sweet, awkward girlfriend just said Griner "walks (in the lane) sort of like a monkey." Let's ... find another descriptor, dear.

Big vols run, down 11 w momentum and i am fucked, i am sure.

Only 8 more minutes??!?

Baylor has signs with pictures of their own players on the front and "Student Employment" on the back. Griner has a million blocks, and i errrr Baylor is up 19. Now the UT dog (voldog?) is rolling over male cheerleaders, Gozer has returned to Earth, and i am inches closer to being covered wit zee goo. Jesus H.

Rawrrrrr

At the under 12, back to 11 for BU ... shit is getting REAL, chippy play and even some ref dancing on calls. Mostly awkward 3 sec calls and brutal confusion over out of bounds. I want a bottle of wine and a shot to the face w a shovel.

Sweet!

6-0 run vols and i am back to self-mutilation ... fast timeout sponsored by wheat thins, which now come in buffalo flavor. Bold ass muthafuckin wheat thins.