Go Stanford

It was at some moment late in the second half of the UCLA-WKU game tonight when I came to the (fairly easy) decision: I’m going to watch the Stanford-Texas game tomorrow in the silence of my own house.

It’s not that I dislike loud sports bars, because that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s just that if I hear one more basketball “fan/expert/follower” mutter something really idiotic behind me during MY team’s game, I will probably lose my mind and commit a felony. (Seriously, to the UCLA “fan” who announced with confidence, and without sarcasm, in the second half that, “Maybe Ben Howland needs to hire an offensive coordinator” to focus on the team’s ‘lack of motion’: please just quit on life.)

Sometimes a game is serious enough that you need to be able to utter the words, “Nice hedge,” in the middle of a game and expect that all individuals in the room (even if it’s just you) will understand what you mean. That’s not too much to ask, is it?