UT fought so hard, and almost made a big upset happen. There was a consensus that Kansas wasn’t going to move either way, according to the Selection Show, so it’s fine. Like I said, one guy can’t do everything. They can save it for the tourney, but after watching Bracketolgy, they aren’t going too far. Good thing I have those SXSW parties, I need something to take my mind off the games. So, for the next few days, I’ll be working on my scoring, my brackets, trying to figure out who I think is going to win. It’s almost a lost cause, here’s hoping I get lucky this year.
www.dordt.edu
But for now, I’m on my way to the gym, then hopefully to SXSW party #1, if the weather clears up a little. I’ll keep you ‘posted’!
It’s March again, and along with budding trees and baby lambs and all that garbage there is the one thing that friends and family alike have come to know as “Man I Thought That Girl Liked Sports”. This is where I, annually, get all my random friends and family together, and we fill out brackets. I usually hang in there until the Sweet Sixteen or so, then do something stupid, like make the UT Longhorns and the UConn Huskies play in the Championship game. Which will never happen, at least not in my life time, I have no doubt. But it’s more fun to wish. This greatly amuses all who know I take my NCAA Hoops seriously, and do enough “smack talk” to make you think I know anything about Clemson or DePaul.
So, once again, I’m all set up. Bracket selection is Sunday, and then we will all scramble for some good picks. I have followed NO basketball this year, as UConn is having a what-do-they-call-it “REBUILDING YEAR” and Durant (in spite of WINNING PLAYER OF THE YEAR) does not a UT team make. Therefore, this picks will be fairly uneducated, which gives me a shining chance. We shall see.
Getting up at 9am after going to bed at 4am is something I had never done before. MK and KE went for breakfast tacos and for some crazy inexplicable reason, I cleaned the house. We are talking laundry, sweeping, mopping, dishes. It was bizarre. I think it had something to do with me noticing that my floors were COVERED in glitter, feathers, and confetti. You would have thought Carnaval had been AT my house, not that we returned from it and managed to bring that much stuff home on us. Corsets must collect that stuff.
We then got all the super top secret ingrediets for my WORLD FAMOUS BEST OF ALL TIME 7 layer dip, and upon our return from the store, promptly fell back asleep after noticing what a nice day it was outside. Yay for naps.
We woke up just in time to get ready for the DM Super Bowl Bash. The crowd of the twenty of us, in all honesty, have had to been the best at completely ignoring the projection screen with some sporting event on it in all time. Kevin Federline and noticing that Prince likes other peoples songs better than his own were the only two things that silenced us.
There was too much else going on: the dogs, the fajitas (56 lbs. or so of chicken) the rest of the food, the beer fridge, and last but not least, we all had to call DADDY and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
( Sidenote: Thanks goodness the Pats didn’t win, I would have gone with him and been stuck in that rain, I hate rain)
All in all, I couldn’t have had a better weekend, getting to hang out with everyone and having the night together to tell all our stories from the night before was a riot!
Once again, the day was spent not writing. We went to a “Hollyweird” Anniversary Party last night at a production studio, but I was still up at 8 am. Whoo me, right? Well, we decided to go get groceries and breakfast tacos (Rudy’s Rules!!!) and clean the house and watch three hours of football.
UT is on at 7 tonight and a few people might come over, so there’s even more time for me to procrastinate. I got all the way past 18,000 words last night (the condition to be able to go out) but I’m still so far behind.
I might be happy when this month is over.
*This was posted yesterday, but didn’t show up right…so I’m still unofficially posting every day like the rest of them. Really. I’m blaming it on UT.
We are making friends in the funniest ways with this kickball thing. I couldn’t be happier that we did it. Every game goes by pretty quickly, but the Happy Hours go on and on. Makes sense to me.
That and, yes, since I have no job having something to actually do once a week is nice too.
Mom, come down for a kickball game. This would make up for the last 15 years you had me participating in sports. It’s make up for you sitting, watching and waiting for any accomplishment. Somehow, I’m NOT the worst player on the team. I make plays.
Sure, we keep losing miserably (8-0 this time) but that’s really more likely due to the fact that we don’t practice, everyone gets hurt, no one calls the ball, etc. etc. I get to be catcher, and I’ve even become the FUN ONE of the whole team. It’s really quite a sight.
You probably would even make a great coach. We’ve got no where to go but up…
You have no idea how tough I am. I play a sport where PEOPLE BREAK THEIR ANKLES.
After our game, someone has to stay and line judge 2nd base. We were hanging out doing that and watching the second game. An outfielder caught the ball, ran into first, and fell over in pain. I WATCHED his ankle brake from 20 feet away.
I play a SERIOUS sport.
But don’t worry Mom, I don’t catch the ball ever, so I won’t get hurt. 😉
Edited to add: Sorry, Mom, I didn’t mention OUR game because we didn’t win…but we’re over that since at least NO ONE ON OUR TEAM IS BROKEN.
No, not the one that Katie Couric was all excited about.
No, not for Suri Cruise fans everywhere.
THE ONE WHERE TEAM RAMROD SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH.
Yes, my friends, it’s time for the 1st game of KICKBALL.
At this point, my team has the following obstacles:
Dunno who’s bringing the beer, not sure what we’re wearing, not sure where the field is, supposed to have a kicking order, dunno how big the ball is, not sure everyone’s even gonna show, do we have enough girls, who’s bringing the beer.
In the meantime, since I only write when I’m feeling inspired, I was truly considering something Austin-unique to branch out. I wanted to try something new and different. All signs point to kickball.
Yes, the Austin Sports and Social Club has a kickball league.
Now I know what you are thinking – – – I am the most talented sporting female athlete you’ve EVER seen. Well, maybe not, but the good news is you spend most of the time drinking and relatively little time being humiliated. I can handle that.
Cat Killfoil 