Not to Gloat, But…
March 24th, 2006 at 1:19 pm by Preston Taylor HolmesWith LSU’s victory last night over Duke, yours truly has ascended to the top of the leaderboard. But will it last? And what the hell do I get if I win? I hadn’t even considered that a remote possibility. Stay tuned to find out….
March 24th, 2006 at 7:36 pm
Your going down Preston. Subterfuge is going to take this one. You’ll have to look at our smiling……ummmmmmm faces for 6 months. That’s right….we the women of Sub are demanding a 6 month front row seat at the SMB. Heh.
March 25th, 2006 at 9:02 pm
Gloating? What about now that Texas is eliminated? I know I’m hanging my head in shame. …Reluctantly going to check standings…
March 25th, 2006 at 9:26 pm
March Madness Misery…
We remain in the 10th spot though, and my competitive spirit is smirking at Preston moving from #1 to #2 after shamelessly goating. Silver lining?…
March 25th, 2006 at 9:27 pm
Keep up the trash talk Sin!! We rule (in our own minds).
March 25th, 2006 at 9:42 pm
well that’s what I get for gloating. my champ, Memphis laid an egg tonight. my Longhorns really suck. let’s face it – if Tennessee can kick their asses in their house, they can’t be all that.
all i have to say to that is DAMMIT.
March 26th, 2006 at 1:28 pm
Just To Show You How Completely Fucked My Bracket Is…
My percentage of picks in Six Meat Buffet’s Tournament Challenge is 17%. Abysmal, but I did worse in my own fantasy baseball league last year. Here’s how my Oakland regional picks turned out: What gets me is how someone like……
March 26th, 2006 at 7:02 pm
Go George Mason!?
March 26th, 2006 at 7:03 pm
Annika, you suck worse than we do. Congrats, not an easy task.
March 26th, 2006 at 9:21 pm
to show how much I care about basketball, by the time I got around to thinking about setting up my bracket for the 6MB Tournament and Communal Massage Challenge, the first round was over.
although, randomly picking teams out of a hat would’ve been an effective way of choosing my bracket, it seems.
March 26th, 2006 at 10:35 pm
Well, dammit. All four of my final four teams were still alive going into Saturday’s Elite Eight. Not a damn one of them won. I’m through. Finished. Doomed.
Oh well.