Farewell to Duke
I've been feeling pretty silly about my tourney predictions. I'm like the Washington, DC weathermen. I forecast a foot of snow and blizzard conditions, and when the day comes there's a few flurries in the morning and a fair amount of sunshine.
I'm talking about Bradley. I said they shouldn't be in the tournament and that their spot would have been better suited for Maryland. Since that statement, Bradley advanced a couple rounds into the tourney until losing recently, and Maryland lost the opener of the NIT tourney at home, to a middle school class.
Oh well. The good news is Duke is gone. We won't have to see Redick cutting down the nets. I know some folks wonder why I feel about Duke the way I do. Dan Wetzel, a columnist for Yahoo! Sports recently wrote about Duke's loss and I feel this column best represents my feelings.
Wetzel
It may seem immature, but here goes: Ha Ha Duke! You lose!! Ha Haaa Ha Haaa Ha. I'm JJ Redick and my poop is made of gold. I'm going to buy an Escalade with my poop bricks. No one can beat me because I have paid off all the refs with rings and coins made from my precious poop. Behold mortals, your basketball god walks near.
Okay, got that off my chest. Way to go LSU.
I'm talking about Bradley. I said they shouldn't be in the tournament and that their spot would have been better suited for Maryland. Since that statement, Bradley advanced a couple rounds into the tourney until losing recently, and Maryland lost the opener of the NIT tourney at home, to a middle school class.
Oh well. The good news is Duke is gone. We won't have to see Redick cutting down the nets. I know some folks wonder why I feel about Duke the way I do. Dan Wetzel, a columnist for Yahoo! Sports recently wrote about Duke's loss and I feel this column best represents my feelings.
Wetzel
It may seem immature, but here goes: Ha Ha Duke! You lose!! Ha Haaa Ha Haaa Ha. I'm JJ Redick and my poop is made of gold. I'm going to buy an Escalade with my poop bricks. No one can beat me because I have paid off all the refs with rings and coins made from my precious poop. Behold mortals, your basketball god walks near.
Okay, got that off my chest. Way to go LSU.
posted by AaronJLohr at 9:41 AM
2 Comments:
Hey, This is JJ Redick. I was just googling myself and I found your post, and I wanted to let you know that you are wrong. My poop is not made out of gold, it's made out of poop. Just thought you'd like to know...
I wrote a new poem, and I wanted to share it with the world, just so you know I'm not a bad guy.
The Prize
A Poem By JJ Redick
The Prize
That is what is on my eyes
They are fixated
They are transfixed.
They are trans-fixated.
One Purpose, One Goal
One Glory, One Soul
O God, I cry to you because I know
That life is more than all my woe
All my pain, all my turmoil
It is nothing when you will boil
Your waters of healing, and of rain.
The Prize, will I attain?
Nothing more would I love
than to get drafted high above
Adam Morrison.
Wow. Now that's poetry. And yes it is good to know that your poop is made of poop, because if it was made of gold that would mean that you were eating gold, and this would be a terrible (though shiny) waste.
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