Tournament

I think my blog sucks. Yep. Pretty sure it does. I spent the better part of lunch trying to figure out what in the world I am doing and the only things I realized was that

1. Chinese food is getting harder and harder to digest

2. I am officially incompetent with a computer

I have been trying to convince Heather to buy a Mac buts lets be honest, that would be like giving a three year old a 12 gauge and saying have fun. Nothing good can come from it. I should only be trusted with one of the old apple computers that we got to use in Elementary school. I was so skilled at Number Munchers and the Oregon Trail. I only died of cholera once and when it came to hunting down the deer, I was a dead eye. But now with things like "digital cameras" and "hard drives" and "power buttons" I am lost. This morning I turned on my computer and the screen was still black. "Whats going on" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "My computer broke" I screamed out to our IT lady named Vicki. When I realized that I just had not pressed the power button on the monitor I faked that a cable was unplugged and that I had figured it out. Where is a number muncher when I need one? Sorry about the name calling Vicki.

I really don't plan on posting twice everyday but since this is still a new thing that I am getting a hold of I figure I will post whenever the heck I feel like it and you can't do anything to stop me so stop yelling.

I am really excited for this years NCAA tourney. To me up to this point it has been somewhat of a yawn fest I will admit. Nothing like last years when every game seemed close and the top seeds weren't necessarily rolling through. The women's tourney started looking pretty good to me the other night as i was watching Kansas score 1,395 points in their opening round game. And for to anyone who knows me, that is definitely saying something considering I consider ladies basketball one step above getting my appendix removed on Christmas Day. (which did happen and to be honest, thinking it over, I would do it again to avoid watching women's basketball) However tonight the sweet sixteen starts and I can't wait. Deep down I am little bitter in that I am a Ute fan and i still get emotionally and physically sick when it comes down to their trip in the late nineties to the championship game. Up by ten late in the second half against Kentucky and then Scott Padgett decides he was a player and starts hitting threes from his moms house in Palooka. (That's really far away) He later played for the Jazz for about 5 minutes and every time of the three times he played I booed. Punk.

I honor of the team I am rooting for that is still in the tourney and for my brother-in-law Mark "the tarheel" Tolman, I wanted to show a tribute to the man-child Tyler Hansborough who was the victim of the cheap shot of the year. In fact, since I am a huge fan of absolutely useless polls, we will take a one:

who is the real man here?

I'll give you a hint, its not the one starting to cry and also not the one with a freaky looking Greg Paulos looking bewildered behind him. I actually used to like Duke. But now lets be honest, whats the point. Not only do they suck, but Shire looks like his dog just got shot in front on him on his birthday. Of course I would probably have crawled up in the fetal position asking for someone to kill me if I had taken a shot that bloodied my up like that. But for the sake of my argument, let's just continue to call him the pansy that he is and leave it at that.

Go Heels and have a great Thursday, Thursday, Thursday.