Once again it’s time for March Madness. No not the tournament, the fact that I actually plop down ten dollars to get into a tournament pool. In the last two years I’ve finished last and second to last. Now I figure I’m pretty knowledgeable about hoops. I’ve played, coached and reffed. I just don’t take the time to pour over the sports page all year and watch it on TV during the season. And I just did my picks in about 10 minutes without consulting any references. Why don’t I just take a ten and burn it? I guess it’s because I enjoy taking abuse from my co-workers for being so clueless.
A time honored Minnesota tradition is to have a blizzard during the State Basketball tournament. It came last night. This time for the girls tourney. I don’t know if you’d really call it a blizzard, more of a pain in the ass three inches. That’s what one of my old girlfriends used to say about me.
Kind of pretty though.
And now for the obligitory Irish joke:
John O’Reilly hoisted his beer and said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me
life, between the legs of me wife!”
That won him the top prize for the best toast of the night!
He went home and told his wife, Mary, “I won the prize for the best toast of
She said, “Aye, what was your toast?”
John said, “Here’s to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside
Oh that is very nice indeed, John!” Mary said.
The next day, Mary ran into one of John’s toasting buddies on the street
corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, “John won the prize, the other
night, with a toast about you, Mary.”
She said, “Aye and I was a bit surprised me self! You know, he’s only been
there twice! Once he fell asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by
the ears to make him come.”
Happy St Patty’s Day