Horse shit. (Ed. Note: I am in no way in the right state of mind to write this)
I was going to keep a running diary of the goddamn Syracuse game tonight, but I figured I did one last year and their season ended. So I sat by as they built a nice 22 point lead, then the shit hit the proverbial fan. UMass chipped away and at the 3:31 mark I commented that Syracuse only had a little bit longer to hold on.......
(The Following is the actual rant Tara was forced to read)
WE SCORED ONE F-ING POINT IN THE LAST 331!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
THAT WAS SO DEPRESSING
I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT
I JUST HAD TO GO ON ESPN.COM TO CHECK
AND THAT JUST MADE ME MORE DEPRESSED
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
If Greg (Tara's friend who goes to UMass) ever mentions this before I die I am not responsible for what happens
I AM BESIDES MYSELF
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY
I AM GOING TO BED EARLY TONIGHT
Somehow that was the most depressing Syracuse game I have seen in a long time. Fuck. Goddamn. Really.
Sorry about the language Mom.
Fuck.
Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times. Think of better times.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
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No one would believe that you have never used the F word in front of your mom, but it is true. I can't fault you since you've been rooting for Syracuse since you were 7 and this game must have been heart-breaking. Under the circumstances, all is forgiven.
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