Game 2

Rock, chalk, oh I’m sorry is that a foot in your nuts? This is like watching the first half of Vanderbilt-Kentucky II again. Roy Williams looks like a man who just got force-fed an entire box of Frosted Mini Ass Whoopins.

This isn’t a game, it’s an autopsy.

Meanwhile, I was going to mention blue. I bought a pair of sunglasses today with blue lenses. OK, they’re blue-coated, they don’t actually make everything look blue. But I ran over my last pair of blue-lensed shades. No, really. We borrowed the van from my in-laws when we were collecting boxes to move into the house, it were dark, there were a crunch, BITTER!

For the last two years, basically my only sunglasses have been a pair of tortoise Ray-Ban Wayfarers. They are a classic timeless look, and I love the polarized amber lens because of the way it enhances contrast and just makes things pop. But they do have that big plastic look, which doesn’t always go with everything, and they will not sit on top of my head without falling off. So I wanted something metal-framed, lightweight, with blue lenses. Why blue? Because I think my eyes are my one reliably attractive feature, and I want to keep the same color where my eyes should be even when I have shades on.

I told you it was irrational. Anyway, now I have blue lenses in a half-rimmed metal frame with spring hinges and which will sit on my head without constantly feeling like it’s going to come flying off. I can only justify this because I have leftover birthday money that has been burning a hole in my bank account for a month.

Well, Carolina seems to be waking up. Never let your foot off the throttle. You can go to jail for point-shaving.