2001Eagle {l Wrote}:I think it’s more fun to sip bourbon and ponder whether I was more depressed on March 17, 2001 when we lost to a team full of douchebags from USC, or March 19, 2005 when skinner and BC blew an 11-0 lead and lost to UWM, or maybe March 24, 2006?
In the end isn’t BC just doing us a favor by removing any chance at bad March memories?
This is actually a good post, Madigan. You should feel good about yourself. The USC loss horrible. Wasn’t that the game that ended with one of our players driving for a layup as time expires when we were down 3? I remember exactly where I was during the game, but have blocked out the details of the game. Of course, a couple of weeks later Kolanos did his thing and slayed the hockey drought, so the USC choke faded. The UW-M loss was terrible, but I had just returned from a lengthy sojourn in a horrible shithole country and was spending the weekend in my former Manhattan stomping grounds. I got exceedingly drunk and woke up the next morning in the dorm room of some Strasberg Theatre chick from NYU without any memory or understanding of how I got there—I have a vague recollection of doing something awful and inappropriate in the Brass Monkey, but can not recall specifics. Anyway, the Method Actress was, however, very consoling that morning and I still think of her fondly when someone mentions method acting. I think when Towely got caught looking the wrong way against Vanilla No Fun was the most traumatizing of all the Skinner choke jobs. Just fucking horrible and I had to watch it in the Hawk and Dove surrounded by drunk junior hill staffers because reasons, while the future Mrs Rosenthal wondered why I was so mad “because they tried really hard.” The only upside of that evening was goading a compatriot of mine into going home with the plump LD for Barbara Boxer and him telling me the next day that he was so drunk he shat her bed after he passed out after coitus and she still gave him her phone number as he left her befouled Barracks Row Townhouse.
Also, I insist on ignoring the fact that our new coach is named Earl, because My Name is Earl was only a middling comedy and he is such an unknown that I think if we just refer to him as Eddie, the national media will just run with it and then we can make Eddy Grant references or insist that he is actually the Eddy Grant and get Blauds to write an article about how good he looks considering Electric Avenue came out 40+ years ago.