Orange You Glad???...

Well, my damies. The second weekend delivered. Thanks in large part to my beloved Syracuse Orange!..

GranTed, I'm still not 100% sure how they made it to the Final Four. OK, I am 100% sure. But that doesn't make it any less shady. And yes, they are serving as this year's embodiment of  how the tournament doesn't usually reward the nation's best. But screw all that. They're dancing on Marshall Street, baby! And that's all that really matters...

Oh, and I want to apologize for last when when I said nobody cared about your bracket. I totally care. And now that I care, I would like you to reply in kind and start caring about my virtual farm, my virtual mafia empire, and, if you could spare the time, the blog I write in which I devote a large chunk of my time to...wait for it...college basketball and the NCAA tournament!!!...

Yep. That would be rule #1, my damies. Do unto others. Not to be confused with rule #4. Which we all know is to never get high on your own supply. So either sling that crack rock, or let me see your jump shot. Which is my incredibly caucasian way of reminding you to enjoy the actual basketball above everything else. Lest the NCAA Tournament just becomes another reason for you to block a childhood friend on the Facebook...

Enjoy the coronation, friends. And LET'S GO ORANGE!...

Be good...


#BAGSMUNMAN