OK. now that I’m fairly drunk, I’d like to invite Duke, UAB, and essentially everyone who isn’t Kentucky, and anyone who looks like any of the aforementioned, and the horses that the aforementioned rode in on, to suck me, suck me long, and suck me hard.
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(But, since I’m drunk and can deny that I said it tomorrow, wasn’t that blind pass that UAB pulled off just cooler that shit? I mean, my team was having its collective ass handed to it, and I applauded that one.)
(Also, since I’ll be able to deny it tomorrow, no Kentucky fan will admit it, but we all have a grudging admiration for Coach K. He’s a stand-up, no-bullshit guy, who can just flat-out coach some fucking basketball, and while it’s admirable that he seems to have found a home for himself at a fine program the way the hard-core coaches of the old school used to do, it’s a shame that it had to be the University of New Jersey at Durham…er, I mean, Duke.)
In closing, fuck Duke, go Cats, and…uh…go Illini!
Dr. J