Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!

by CajunKate

So, who's the big winner? ME, ME, ME! I am! I am! I am! I'd like to thank the Kansas Jayhawks, their coach Bill Self and, most especially, Mario Chalmers. I'd like to thank all of my gentleman competitors and my one lady competitor for their generous contributions to the pool's jackpot. Just so you all know, your hard earned money will be going toward completely frivolous purchases- that new pair of cross trainers (which I am sure will be all the rage among the octogenarians at my gym), iced coffees from PJs to get me through the rest of the semester, and several bottles of Merlot for my end of semester party. I am looking forward to kicking all of your collective a**es again next year. Rawr! The end.

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Like Princess Leia...But Not

by CajunKate

So...here goes. Help me, Kansas; you're my only hope!

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Must Be All Those Hormones

by CajunKate

So there are only two chicks in our NCAA bracket tourney. One (ME!) is sharing first place tonight, and one (Sista!) is in last place...with a 100% chance of finishing in last place. Blame it on that baby, girl, blame it on that baby! All them hormones messin' with ya. We'll just forget the fact that BDaigle twisted your arm to complete a bracket form, and you blindly chose the teams in a fit of rage. I still love you. Ain't no shame in your game. Keep ya head up, Sista!

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Before It All Goes Bust

by CajunKate

So this must be posted for posterity. Yes, I am so very self-involved that I feel the need to broadcast to the world that, at one point in time, I was #1 (okay, co-#1) in the BDaigle sponsored NCAA tourney pool. Now for the ghetto...

In your face, beoooooootches!

That is all.

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Let's Dance!

by CajunKate

So sing with me, will you?

It's the most wonderful time of the year!
With the refs' whistles blowing and Duke fans a-yelling,
"Tyler Hansborough's a douche!"
It's the most wonderful time of the year!

Yes, dear peeps, it's MY favorite time of the year. March Madness, the Big Dance, Cinderella teams, bracket busters, the Sweet Sixteen, the Elite Eight, the FINAL FOUR! It's time to scream, and curse, and drink lots o' liquor, and weep into your wee pillow, and dance around your living room. To experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Have I mentioned that I love the culmination of the college basketball season? Yes, oh yes, I love it dearly. Yeah, I'm a chick. Yeah, I love J.Crew and cute pumps, but more than that, I love to yell profanities at the zebras, to spill my brewski when I leap from the couch, to pump my fist in glory at the buzzer beater, to laugh as #1 seeds fall and the #13 seeds pull the upset. Oh, it's that time of the year, my peeps. MY time of the year!

The highlight of my bracket tenure was the prowess I displayed in 2005. Oh, how I remember the late night call. As I laid in my comfy bed, watching UNC win the national championship, the telephone rang. A call from bracket commish BDaigle proclaiming my domination of the tournament bracket. How sweet it was! My WINNING bracket, my MONEY MAKING bracket! Unfortunately for me, when it comes to winning the tourney pot this year, I may be in trouble as my knowledge is pitifully lacking due to prison...er, school... doing a number on my b-ball viewing. I did keep one eye on boring textbooks and one eye on exciting championship week match-ups this past weekend. Huh...I just realized something. I am now treating college basketball viewing the way I handled far too much of my test preparation in undergrad- cram, cram, cram, then say a couple of Hail Marys and hope for best. Well, let's hope it wasn't just situational, and my incomprehensibly successful strategy at test taking can cross domains into sports betting. *fingers crossed* I really want that hundred bucks. Mama needs a new pair of shoes! No, seriously, I really need to replace my cross-trainers. So, while I am not willing to reimburse you monetarily for any help you may wish to throw my way, I can give you...well, I really can't give you anything...except love. Lots and lots of love. Hey, it makes the world go 'round, Mr. Snarkypants!

And, in a completely unrelated post script to this post, Mother Nature put her version of a Post-It note on today's weather. It read, and I quote, Eighty-six degrees in mid-March! Thanks for f**king up the ozone layer and get ready for summer, b***hes! That's how I roll! Did you know Mother Nature recently went gangsta, my peeps? I know. Weird, right?

Keep on, keepin' on and send me some tourney tips if you gots 'em.