So I seem to have this inate ability to push my husband's drinking excursions. As we speak, Marc is stumbling around the house, moaning something about 1 too many beers. And as chance would have it, I'm the one who made him drink his last beer.
Now my question is: is it really my fault? After all, if he had just had the beer that I gave to him, he'd be fine. It was the 6 23oz beers BEFORE the one that I gave him that made him drunk afterall.........
Being a not-so-seasoned basketball fan, I've learned alot during my attendance of the Big 1T1en Tourney thusfar, such as:
-The United Center is named after United Airlines (no, I didn't realize this before)
-If the ref looks like he's doggie paddling, that's a foul
-Orange Krush can be compared to friendly lemmings
-There's an MSU cheerleader that looks IDENTICAL to Josh Means
-The conference is very strict about no alcoholic beverages being served, even if it is in the United Center
-United Center security is not very good at finding flasks
But most importantly:
-No matter what happens on or off the court, there's not much that's going to tear this Illini team apart.
Good Luck to the Illini tomorrow!
Well, I'm going to go ahead and post this up here and wait and see if anyone notices. After all, last time I blogged was what, like July?
but alas, a very guilt-intensive comment from a very important friend has thrust me yet again into the blogosphere.
Luckily, we now have a computer that makes it a little less painful.........