Rumblings from the Weekend:

Greetings from an epic weekend of basketball and interaction with a female that resulted in sent flowers accompanied with an "I'm sorry" tag. For all of you men out there involved with a female, just for the record. All those accounts of flowers assist in getting out of the dog house are true. Moving on to (I present a new feature) "Rumblings from the Weekend:"
-Stealing a tall Miller Lite draft from a BW 3-esque restaurant may result in sudden vomiting in accompanying parking lots.
-Losing by 20 in your Sunday night basketball league results in unexpected bursts of energy.
-Flowers are indeed pretty.
-Walking can lead to benefits, such as unexpected parties and church parking lots filled with people who have a cooler.
-Greg Oden is at the very least 35 years old and shall be nicknamed Grandpa. Especially after that exceptional block that sent Tennessee and its tournament hopes home.
-The Ohio State and Georgetown might score 70 points combined.
-Florida and UCLA are going to be out for blood in a rematch of last years National Championship. I predict a lot of no-calls as these two go toe to toe one more time with everything at stake.
-When is the last time we had these sublets for a Final Four; two seven foot centers going at it underneath and the repeat champs facing the team the ousted the year prior?
-Empty stomachs + Alcohol = a bed and unexpected food.
-Babies look adorable in one of your favorite team’s outfits.

Watching Ohio State in this year’s tournament has been an eye-opening experience to say the least. It wasn't even Grandpa's "who's overrated now?" performance against Joey Dorsey. It was Mike Conley Jr. (stopping.....going.....st.....gone to the rack and one) dribble, drive, penetration he displayed. His hesitation move is one devastating weapon, leaving ankles, jocks, and pride in its wake. Defenders in their minds immediately go to the corner and place a dunce cap for the rest of the game. Perhaps it's the fact that Grandpa is his best friend or the Olympic gene pool, whatever it happens to be makes him a fearless, hungry wolf smelling blood. Ice water in his veins and he's all of 19 years of age. Just think if he and Grandpa win the title this year, then end up on the same team in the NBA? They would have won four titles in a row and once they develop on the professional level.... WOW! It could be the greatest duo of all time on the basketball courts, domination on all levels. Just food for thought in the inaugural Ramblings.