Back in Action

I haven't posted anything in awhile, probably because for the past few weeks I've been hibernating inside of a Bud Light can. I had spring break last week and ventured back to Key West also known as the land of nutjobs and old dirty crazies. Seriously though, I'm pretty sure people move there then completely lose their shit. It's the place to be for escaped mental home patients and mid life crisis victims. I'd like to say that there's something in the water that makes people go nutso, but no one in Key Weird drinks anything with less than an 80% alcohol content. So, I guess I won't blame water on me pegging a dog with a drink, Amanda being hit by a fire truck and Allie grinding with a decrepit old man. Nope, I won't blame water on that. All-in-all I'd say it was a successful trip- for us. For those around us hoping to enjoy a nice vacation, not so much.

In other news, my second favorite time of the year (trumped only by Christmas) is here! March Madness Baby! So far, I've seen some great games- but nothing too earth shattering yet. Kemba Walker is a baller, breakin more ankles than the osteoporosis club at the senior citizen home. Pretty much the best point guard in college basketball today. I expect UCONN to go far. I also expected BYU and the 3-point king Jimmer to go far, until the big man had to go and boink his girlfriend. You couldn't keep the snake in the cage until after season? C'mon now. Now, because he had to replace his right hand with an actual female, the Cougars have less of a chance to make it past the 2nd round than I do of ever stepping foot on the BYU campus. I really can't fathom going to a college where the punishment for fornication and drinking a cup of coffee hold the same weight. Yes, apparently those Mormon freaks think that caffeine is second to rape, pillage and plunder on the sin-scale. I can keep my legs closed, but you take away my coffee and someone loses an appendage.

Right now, I see the little Devils in Blue taking the whole thing, but we'll see what happens. I'm hoping I'm coherent enough to watch the 2nd round games on Thursday. Considering it's St. Patty's Day in Tallahassee, I figure that's aiming a little high. I'm hoping that during the good games I'll have made my way to a bar with televisions so I can post up and drunkenly stare at the TV, trying to make out what the blurry shapes are doing with the giant orange. In other news, my little alien baby Rondo and the rest of the geezers on the Celtics have been playing like the mutated offspring of wackjob Charlie Sheen. But then again, no one has put more pressure on an NBA regular season since I can remember. And I blame it on the sellouts from Miami. With each win, they make me inch a little closer to a nose dive off of the Sears Tower.

Frankly I’m sick of hearing about them. And living in Florida doesn’t make it any easier. Everyone is a CHeat fan now. But everyone knows teams like the Lakers and the Celtics, who have been around the block for a while, keep it low key during regular season and unleash during the playoffs. So frankly, I’m not worried. You schoolboys keep injuring yourselves while breaking your backs for a regular season win and the Vets will bring a healthy squad and a good bench into the playoffs.

I keep getting the strange feeling that instead of researching for my MM Bracket, I should probably be applying for jobs, considering I have about a month until I graduate and people I know have already gotten job offers. I keep looking but I really don’t want to apply to a job that makes me want to off myself every morning at 9am. I guess I’ll keep looking.