the Bearcats ate the Retrievers
Let's do this again, shall we? I invite each and or every one of you to our NCAA bracket challenge, the conflagration formerly known as The Four Guys Not Named Biff Ice Cream Social. Back in the day, Jon, Chip, Bud and Myself used to deliver our picks via carrier pigeon in rolled parchment, sealed with charmed wax that only the recipient could undo. Now we have the INTERNETTZ.
The winner, as per always, gets a guest blog to talk about whatever, whomever or whyever they want. Always craved a national audience about your disturbingly picayune pet peeve? Want to humiliate an old enemy? Got a theory you want haunting you forever? This is the way to do it, baby.
Oh yes, you lurkers, you're invited too. I know you're out there, I can sense the comments you would have made, if only the time were right. Perhaps it's a dose of l'esprit de l'escalier, oui oui? Here's your chance to turn that "wit of the staircase" into a full-fledged, disastrously-public, self-shaming of the staircase!
Simply leave a comment below that is oddly off-topic. In the "email" field, leave a real address (nobody else can see it), and I'll send you the invite. C'mon, SUNY Binghamton!
Posted by Ian Williams at March 16, 2009 11:26 PM
Emma, you're breaking my heart with that story, but I feel your pain. My 6 1/2 year old asked me who those old guys were when she saw a picture of Coach Smith, Michael Jordan, and James Worthy standing together on the court at the Smith Center recently (see below). Proof that I'm old and that my daughter doesn't know enough about Carolina Basketball. So, the first thing that I thought of when I saw the picture from Ian's post today was, "I should print out a copy of this picture so that I can add it into the set of Carolina Basketball flash cards that I'm making for my kids."
It's a little extreme, I know, but then again I know a whole lot about beach music because my dad used to pay me a nickel for every song and artist I could name when he was listening to it on the radio. He got to listen to what he wanted on the radio and I generally had a pocket full of change to buy Sweet Tarts and those cool little styrofoam airplanes with propellers. Caroline and Wyatt will soon be able to recognize the all-time Tar Heel greats and I will be poorer (and happier) for it. Old school jerseys all around! They do make Timo throwback jerseys, don't they?