It's over, all right? I personally carry torches of varying sizes for about ten of the guys left, but they know who they are, and I feel like, given the circumstances, we made about the only choice we could have. And it's like Texy said...you gotta love a guy who'll knock a bitch out for us, even if it's on the internets. My scotchily expressed opinion on Tuesday night (about the only thing I do remember from the show), that I'm wavering between "We're NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN" and "We're never doing this again and I'ma CUT SOMEBODY", has not changed. Let the sour grapes begin....oh, wait. They have. The next petulant sports blogger who whines and wheedles even in my general direction is getting it in the teeth, and not in a sexxxy way.
So to balance the geek hate, time for a little geek love. Me to you. Enjoy.
You got lemons, you made lemonade. It's delicious too, although I'm wondering if it really needs this much vodka in it.
Posted by: jebushchrist at June 22, 2007 08:53 AMBe a lamb and fetch Momma some ice, will you, darlin'?
*hic*
Who would have guessed that the internets were filled with creepy weirdos?
Y'all done good, though.
Posted by: PeteJayhawk at June 22, 2007 10:02 AMThe siren you hear is for y'alls awesometude with this bracket.
I'd never call an ambulance for the bleeding Kentuckian you just stabbed.
Posted by: PB at June 22, 2007 10:17 AMIf there were ever a time to own the hell out of that particular slice (pun unfortunate but necessary) of zeitgeist, I guess it's now.
Posted by: Holly at June 22, 2007 10:29 AMSometimes you use words I dont understand, and then I go look them up on wikipedia, and then I still don't understand and then I give up.
I still hope you found time to hit Big Ed's for me while you were in ETN.
/is it tuesday yet?
Posted by: Grubby at June 22, 2007 11:22 AMI meant to tell you--I went Wednesday night. There's a distinct possibility I'm going again tonight. It's still good, but you knew that.
Posted by: Holly at June 22, 2007 11:32 AMHonestly, I can fuckin smell it from Indiana.
Posted by: Grubby at June 22, 2007 11:35 AM(He's talking about pizza, you filthy fuckin' degenerates.)
Posted by: Holly at June 22, 2007 11:49 AMJOAN. JOAN, ARE YOU THERE. In his victory lap, our champion throws a shoutout to Red Lobster shrimp. Can we pick 'em or what?
Posted by: Holly at June 22, 2007 12:33 PMSorry I was gone so long getting ice. I think I had a little too much lemonade so I had to ride my bike to the store. Then there was a tornado.
Posted by: jebushchrist at June 22, 2007 02:52 PM