The play-by-play …
or the blow-by-blow ? ? …
The play-by-play …
or the blow-by-blow ? ? …
It never ceases to amaze me how it can take 45 minutes to get through the last two minutes of a football or basketball game. I first learned that lesson when I was 7 years old, The Wizard of Oz was coming on in the room where I was watching TV, and my father and brother told me it would be OK to change the channel because “there’s only two minutes left in the game.”
Bye, Duke. Hello, Stormy.
Game over, let the games begin
I’m really tired of March Madness. It has pre-empted all my TBBT binge watching and now this.
And my husband had Tech and just lost to his friends who had Villanova.
The good news about my bracket is that it’s only printed on one side so I can still use the other side for something.
OK. The fucking game is over. No coach interviews, bring on the porn star!
It always sucks to lose …
( I was talking about the other program …
Perhaps just enough from TV to break every costosternal joint…
None of them ever pay off so it doesn’t actually matter. hahahahahaha
There won’t be a shortage of color commentators. I still fancy David Attenborough as the play-by-play announcer but I think there are other potentials. Maybe Dr. Ruth?
Did a quick read of the transcript - ehh!
Judge Judy ? ? …
I’m not predicting. Michigan has had an awesome ride, and if Sister Mary of the Golden Slipper’s luck holds out, it’ll be Loyola in the finals. Kansas sure played their hearts out just now. Villanova is tough.
It’s March Madness. Oh, I mean basketball, of course.
time and motion study
On.
Hey Ricky, Fuck You. You have no problem counseling young so-called Christian zealots on how to take over the American government at the Patrick Henry Madrasas. This wave of energy from the young majority must be scaring the frothy crap out of you.
Oh, my.
Flump did not use a condom? Ew, sick AND stupid to boot!