Just. Not. Right. (That's a clock, if you can't tell. Yes, the tongue is a pendulum. Not okay.)
Well with this image in mind, Gonzaga tipped off at Pepperdine. Not to go Gerbschmidt for my Minnesota readers, but Pepperdine, "your team is tewible". The Zags played down. Way down. So far down that the game was so bad that when the Geeze flipped to NBC for ice dancing, I didn't complain. In fact, when he cut away from the Italian team (featuring the "Diva of Italian Ice Dancing". Depending on the inflection you use, that description becomes really, really funny,) to go back to the color-analytical stylings of Hubert Davis, I was openly disappointed. I'm not proud of myself, but the 'Stache was that unispiring. A very AI-ish 27 for Morrison, shot til he was hot, and shot til he was not. (By my count, JJ needs 40 on Wednesday to take back the scoring lead, FYI.)
But I got free dinner and free laundry out of the deal, so I can't complain. Not that that usually stops me.
3 comments:
I have no idea why I find that picture disturbing, but I do.
Well, emanations of bad taxidermy, maybe?
No offense intended.
I am frightened by the clock. When I close my eyes I can still see it.
Frankie - I'm crushed. I figured that I could count on you!
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