how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
My goal in for today and tomorrow, as is my goal every year:
To make sure all of my final four teams get past the first round, which, trust me, does not happen as often one might suppose. But now that I've ditched Wake Forest from the championship game -- I misread my the data that feeds my NCAA strategy, and golly gee, they're losing to hometown VCU at halftime -- I feel pretty good about my chances of Duke, UConn, Georgia Tech and Ok. State making it to this weekend.
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Wack prediction of the week:
I sincerely think the Stanford/Texas-San Antonio game will be close. Shockingly close.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.