within a few hours of the tournament starting. Louisville gets knocked out playing off of the ballhandler and lets him get a clean look at a 3. And I had Louisville in the final four. So that blows.
And then today my boss tells me to leave work early to go watch the tournament. I oblige and go to the finest beer establishment in the area to watch some games. Someone walks in and asks if the Villanova game is over. I am about to say yes, when the guy next to me says, "no, it's just halftime." I ask him what the hell he's talking about, it's definitely over. He says, "well then it is confusing, because the score says '2nd' next to it. Why don't they put '4th' for 4th quarter?" Holy Christ.
So I imbibe a few pints and then realize that I'm supposed to be playing volleyball later in the evening. So now I'm in a pickle. I need to leave the bar and go get some coffee to try to sober up a bit, which didn't really work. So I played volleyball half-drunk.
And now I really need to go to sleep so that I can be at full strength for a full day of drinking tomorrow while watching the tourney, followed by a whiskey tasting in the evening, but Syracuse won't finish off Indiana State. So now I need to stay up in case the Sycamores pull off the upset. It's rough . . .
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