The West – “Two men enter, one man leaves.”
Kansas, it came down to the final possession against Southern Illinios an you should feel lucky you got out alive. UCLA, if Pitt would have not blown so many layups and had been closer at the end, you too would be going home.
One of will not be so lucky next game.
(Confidential to O’Keefe – I’m glad I picked you as my hottie, even though you only ride the bench. The scruff you are growing looks good with with your warm-ups.)
Black And Gold Tchotchkes 
I volunteer to comfort Jamaal Tatum.
Last night, I actually had one of my viewing companions tell me she didn’t think Tatum was hot. I broke a beer bottle over her head right on the spot.
I need to see the scruff. I didn’t notice it last night. Now, I need photographic evidence to, um, review for posterity. Or something.
I hate you, Pitt. I believed in you, and how did you repay me? With NOTHING!
Yeah, well at least my boy Ron Ramon came through with some wicked-hot threes, saving us from completely embarassing ourselves on national TV.
Also, every time I think about Ramon I think of your “Dominidar,” Mets, and I have to giggle.
oh, yeah, Ron Ramon. God, I can’t believe he’s my little brother’s age. When did I start having dirty thoughts about boys my brother’s age?
Oh, Ramon’s out, but you still have Al Horford.
Bonus: his dad’s name is Tito. Tito!