Ugh, Now That The Bubble Has Hit The Fan, My Life Is Meaningless

Yeah, I saw that Butler lost today. I got so upset, I've been passing nothing but kidney stones, and now it burns when I pee. Shiet.

It's too bad the bubble has officially burst, so to speak. Damn, that analogy is pitiful, no wonder ESPN won't let me write full articles. Now I have to scramble back and predict some more meaningless bubble talk. Let's just throw in some wild cards, like saying San Jose State is going to win the WAC tournament. It can happen. Is St. Mary's going to make it or not? The fuck if I care, just look at their SOS to figure it out. Their RPI is to college basketball what my journalistic acumen is to college basketball. I don't even know what that means, MAN.

Excuse me for all this, I've been hitting the bottle pretty hard after the Horizon League Finals. I really believed in the system. I believed that if you work hard through life you'll be rewarded by having a coasty job as an analysts who predicts who is going to make it into the tournament. What, that job is already occupied by Lunardi?

Well at least I had integrity, okay? I had Butler in as a auto-bid, I mean I put my reputation on the line! And now it's gone, all gone!

Ugh, wake me up when it's last call at O' Malley's pub, because until then, I'll be swimming in my own sulking misery.