March + Indy = Basketball

I give this moment 1 Thumbs-Up

A St Patty's Day to remember... whoops

The Feisty One meets SchrockStar, moments after collecting a typical 16 boards in a huge victory over Sactown. Ron's jeers were accompanied by a profanity-laced drunk sitting 6th row. How I refrained from tossing a beer at him is beyond me.


But I did manage to find some pink chalk and let the Lockerroom know how I felt. I think it was the bragging that got me kicked out.

It's easy using my cell phone to chronical my nights, but some artifacts are still puzzling me, like green stains on my blazer, no car in the driveway, and exactly what point between Claddagh, Champps and Conseco did I decide to get my hair chopped off...

Now I get to stomp on my liver for a third consecutive night while celebrating an IU victory over Gonzaga for a Sweet 16 birth. Yes, this is my Spring Break.

Tucker Max meets SchrockStar

I wish I had some awesome story about how we bagged some 19-yr-old coeds after a Wednesday night at Bluebird, but I can't speak for Tucker. However, he was in true form when he signed my book:



And you thought Tucker Max was an asshole...