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...companions return from the rest room in giggles. The swarm of MIT men struck again, and this time one of my friends had offered her number, except, "I gave him yours, Alicia." Sweet. I decide that this is my cue to leave. We exit. On the cab ride home, my fellow adventurers and I come to the consensus that the club owners must have favored the old baseball analogy for hooking up: To be on first implies the possibility of scoring. When my phone rings at 6:05 a.m., and caller ID busts the sketch MIT guy, I'm glad...
...South Regional, unlike its counterparts, is a model of predictability. Nos. 1-4 Auburn, Maryland, St. John's and Ohio State all advanced to the Sweet 16 with relative ease on the strength of superstars like the Tigers' Chris Porter, the Terps' Steve Francis, the Johnnies' Ron Artest and the Buckeyes' Scoonie Penn...
...Will the dynamic duo of Francis and Morris prove too much for the lowbrow Johnnies to handle? This Sweet 16 tilt promises to be a classic, with as many as three potential lottery picks in the starting lineups. So for one night, forget about your bracket (in all likelihood already lost, along with the five bucks you sank on it) and watch the game for its own sake...
...facilitated by espn.com's ever-so-helpful pool generator. Nevertheless, if you want to revel in my shame, just check out the rankings in "Tim's Group of Excellence." Several friends and even a few people I've never met are cleaning my clock on the way to the Sweet 16. In my own defense, I spent a grand total of 120 seconds filling out my bracket--Duke, my perennial favorite since the days of Christian Laettner, is filled in every round through to the championship, where I have them defeating UConn...
...companions return from the rest room in giggles. The swarm of MIT men struck again, and this time one of my friends had offered her number, except, "I gave him yours, Alicia." Sweet. I decide that this is my cue to leave. We exit. On the cab ride home, my fellow adventurers and I come to the consensus that the club owners must have favored the old baseball analogy for hooking up: To be on first implies the possibility of scoring. When my phone rings at 6:05 a.m., and caller ID busts the sketch MIT guy, I'm glad...