Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I Thought Spring Was Here and the NCAA

Is it ever going to stop raining? God this sucks. It has been raining for more than 24 straight hours. Am I in Seattle? It even looks cold out there. I know it rains in the spring, but cold and rain. I even heard dad say it might snow tonight! Winter, I'm over it!

Tomorrow is the start of the big college basketball tournament. Dad is all geeked up about it. Of course, he is a geek! I'm not that big of a basketball fan, but there does seem to be more of a charge in the air this time of year for the sport.

So I was looking at the tournament and filling my brackets out and I noticed there are only 10 cat teams in the damn thing. But what is cool is that the team that is going to win IS a cat team. The Pittsburgh Panthers are the strongest team going in and I can't see how anyone can beat them. Look for the Panthers to beat North Carolina for the whole enchilada. Duke and Kansas will round out your Final Four.

The Indiana teams you ask? Well the Hoosiers (non-cat) will lose their first game. Boilermakers (non-cat) will probably win 2 at the most. Butler (I won't even put their name on here) is a one and done at best and the Fighting Irish (non-cat) might win 2. Pretty sad year for the state. IUPUI got jobbed by not getting in. They are a cat team and would have done the state proud!

There you have it. Now go enjoy the games, if not the weather!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Geek eh? Sounds like you are in for a beatdown tonight!

Anonymous said...

this has nothing 2 do with ur blog but i would just like 2 tell u mr puppy that u r going to be replaced! i am going to get a kitten soon because u r being mean to me and wont even talk to me! u wont even come out 4 nip! i see how it is! so when i get a new kitty u will b uncle puppy! HA!

Puparoo said...

I will not be UNCLE to some snot nosed kitten!

Anonymous said...

Oh for crying out loud Rooney, stop being such a hard case.

Puparoo said...

Oh leave me alone dad. If Amy wants to relegate me to second fiddle then so be it. There's nothing I can do about it. But I will not, repeat, will not play uncle to some snot nosed, little kitten! End of story! I am Rooney and I don't do that!