No, I’m not gong dancing. I’m not going to the Big Dance. I’m not putting on my dancing shoes. I’m not mad. Cinderella can clean my apartment, but only if she wants to. I don’t want her to wear a glass slipper because of the liability. My one shining moment is successfully turning on the bathroom light at 2:45 a.m. without tripping over Frankie.
But I’ll probably watch some of the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament today. I spent about 30 years of my life pretty much HAVING to watch every game. I’m grateful I can be much more selective in my viewing now.
I don’t see a single game on today’s sked that gets me going. You?
Maybe Indiana-Saint Mary’s? Only because that’s a 12-5 and I still speak the lingo enough to know that’s supposed to be an “upset special.”
Yeah, I saw Steph get rolled up by the Celtics’ Marcus Smart Wednesday night. No, I did not think it was a dirty play, and I don’t think Marcus Smart is a dirty player.
Cowboy fans were hoping Von Miller would end up being a “consolation prize” for losing Randy Gregory. No cigar. Except for the big ol’ stogey The Bills Mafia is lighting up. All Buffalo was lacking was a pass-rusher. It just gaut bettah…Be afraid, AFC. Be very afraid.
I’ll set the over/under on how many sacks Khalil Mack gets for the Chargers next year at 11. And I’ll take the over.
A week ago, the Bucs looked lost. But now they’re found. Chris Godwin has re-upped. Chris Godwin is a bad man.