Flush My Fiver Down the Crapper
Well, it's official. My earlier suspicion regarding balls has been confirmed. As of today, I don't have a whore's chance in heaven of winning the office pool. I am in 16th place - and there are 22 entries. And 1 of the 22 entries is my boss' half-filled-out entry, which doesn't even have a PTW on it because he couldn't make his picks before the deadline.My second round was f*cked. My regionals, as a result of the second round, were doubly f*cked. And it pretty much all went to shit after that. I mean, seriously, when has there ever been a year that UK didn't go all the way to the Final Four? It's not like I've been paying much attention, but don't they almost always make it to the finals or something?
It's okay, considering that I have always rooted for the Cavs, in good and in bad. And since they were eliminated pretty early on, it's okay. I can spare my $5 contribution and suck it up until next year.
posted by KA @ 1:30 PM
1 Comments:
Who are you? You sound hot.
Thanks for the comments, although I don't usually prefer "Whorebag" as a term of endearment, unless mistakenly screamed out in the fit of passion. It's forgivable then.
I hate the rear, too. Looks like we have something in common.
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