I'm back bitches!
If you didn't get that reference, you need to grab your wallet and first buy a sense of humor, and then purchase season 1 of Chapelle's Show. The show is hilarious. It pokes fun at all races, all creeds and all dumbasses. Well worth the purchase.
A ton has happened since my last post, and we all are WELL into March Madness. Congratulations have to go to the Vanderbilt women's basketball team for winning the SEC tournament championship and securing a #2 seed in the big dance. Not to shabby for what was to be a rebuilding year. Their male counterparts had a nice run through the SEC tournament, knocking off #5 Mississippi State on their way to securing a #6 seed. The male Dores take on NC State tomorrow. As if I needed any more of a reason to dislike the Wolfpack. It is nice to be around two successful programs again. It certainly make March Madness more interesting. Especially when the Heels bow out in the second round.
And I have no idea what it is, but when Carolina loses I feel like I'm eight years old again. See, back when I was eight, Carolina wins and losses meant just as much to me as winning the kickball game in gym class. Ok, that isn't fair. The Carolina games meant more. I grew up a Tar Heel. I LOVED watching JR Reid dominate Dook. I loved watching Rick Fox knock #1 Oklahoma out of the NCAA tournament. And when Donald Williams went 10-14 from behind the arch during the 1993 Final Four, I swore I'd name a child after him. Yet I ended up at another university for my schooling. At one point, I swore I'd never cheer for Carolina again. But when you have something like that etched in your brain for so long, it's hard to let go. So last night, when the Heels lost, I found myself cursing the TV and throwing the remote as if I were eight years old again. Maybe that is why I love working in college athletics. It reminds me of passion, glory and honor. To wear the name of your university across your chest during battle is a beautiful thing.
And for the record, yes I hate Texas and Rick Barnes with almost every hair on my body. Dook holds the record for hatred with all hairs. Those bastards.
For any of you whom were curious as to my dream car, here it is. Apparently the link didn't work last time, but YES I need this car. But alas, I won't have it for years. Instead, I'll just be insanely jealous of the people who drive them around Nashville. Bastards!
Here is the weekly obligatory commercial for ARGUS. If you are in or around the Nashville area March 27, PLEASE plan on coming to our show. It is at Blue Sky Court in lovely downtown Nashville. I can promise you a GREAT time.
With Vanderbilt doing so well in both tourneys, I'm a little nervous about the turnout. But hey, why not support a good friend! Ok, back to some guitar practice. I hope the weeks have been treating everyone kindly. Take care, and I'll try to be more frequent.
If you didn't get that reference, you need to grab your wallet and first buy a sense of humor, and then purchase season 1 of Chapelle's Show. The show is hilarious. It pokes fun at all races, all creeds and all dumbasses. Well worth the purchase.
A ton has happened since my last post, and we all are WELL into March Madness. Congratulations have to go to the Vanderbilt women's basketball team for winning the SEC tournament championship and securing a #2 seed in the big dance. Not to shabby for what was to be a rebuilding year. Their male counterparts had a nice run through the SEC tournament, knocking off #5 Mississippi State on their way to securing a #6 seed. The male Dores take on NC State tomorrow. As if I needed any more of a reason to dislike the Wolfpack. It is nice to be around two successful programs again. It certainly make March Madness more interesting. Especially when the Heels bow out in the second round.
And I have no idea what it is, but when Carolina loses I feel like I'm eight years old again. See, back when I was eight, Carolina wins and losses meant just as much to me as winning the kickball game in gym class. Ok, that isn't fair. The Carolina games meant more. I grew up a Tar Heel. I LOVED watching JR Reid dominate Dook. I loved watching Rick Fox knock #1 Oklahoma out of the NCAA tournament. And when Donald Williams went 10-14 from behind the arch during the 1993 Final Four, I swore I'd name a child after him. Yet I ended up at another university for my schooling. At one point, I swore I'd never cheer for Carolina again. But when you have something like that etched in your brain for so long, it's hard to let go. So last night, when the Heels lost, I found myself cursing the TV and throwing the remote as if I were eight years old again. Maybe that is why I love working in college athletics. It reminds me of passion, glory and honor. To wear the name of your university across your chest during battle is a beautiful thing.
And for the record, yes I hate Texas and Rick Barnes with almost every hair on my body. Dook holds the record for hatred with all hairs. Those bastards.
For any of you whom were curious as to my dream car, here it is. Apparently the link didn't work last time, but YES I need this car. But alas, I won't have it for years. Instead, I'll just be insanely jealous of the people who drive them around Nashville. Bastards!
Here is the weekly obligatory commercial for ARGUS. If you are in or around the Nashville area March 27, PLEASE plan on coming to our show. It is at Blue Sky Court in lovely downtown Nashville. I can promise you a GREAT time.
With Vanderbilt doing so well in both tourneys, I'm a little nervous about the turnout. But hey, why not support a good friend! Ok, back to some guitar practice. I hope the weeks have been treating everyone kindly. Take care, and I'll try to be more frequent.
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