Temple Sucks

For starters, in response to whichever of our three followers posted the question, "didn't you get dunked on by Dahntae Jones?" The answer is yes. He stole my inbounds pass and put his big sweaty betos right in my grill. I'm pretty sure his cock rested on my shoulder for a couple seconds. I was also dunked on by Kevin Johnson. Not the one from the Suns, but the guy who was a decent receiver for the Browns for a few years (he used to get picked up in fantasy). So, that's my claim to fame; getting dunked on by far superior athletes. That said, I'm working out with a winless high school basketball team next week, so that should be a pretty good tune up for my tryout with the Knicks.
I said yesterday I would write a little about the Temple game, if I could remember it. Mission unsuccessful. Its not so much that I blacked out its that I really didn't see that much of it. I had a corner seat at the bar; bad angle on the main tv and I had to turn around to watch it on the tv behind, which was uncomfortable. So, for the most part, I ignored it and stared at girls until they felt uncomfortable. Anyway, I know Temple lost, and they kept it close early, but TU basketball depresses me for the most part anymore. They seem to have the same season every year. At this point they're always around 12-10, 13-9 and their only shot at the real tournament is a A-10 championship. We were lucky enough to get it last year, don't know if anybody is beating this Xavier team this year. So we're headed for another NIT berth. Fucking fantastic. I was spoiled during my time there. My first 4 years we had, I think, 2 Elite 8s, 1 Sweet 16 and the best team of them all got bounced in the second round as a #2 seed to Seton Hall (I still fucking hate Seton Hall for this by the way, I think that guy that died was on that team, and I almost feel comfortable making a joke about that.) (If you haven't noticed, I love parenthesis) Those were the years of getting high with Lamont Barnes, who was the only player I've ever seen have a great freshman year, and then decline every year after, only to end up playing for the Kentucky Generals or some shit. We had Quincy Wadley, Mark Karcher, Lynn Greer, Pepe Sanchez; just some great teams. I remember beating #1 Michigan St and fucking Mateen Cleaves on 2 Sanchez free throws with time left on the clock. We stormed the court made Digger Phelps curse and twisted Pepe's ankle in the pile on that ensued. I remember beating #1 Cinci and K-Mart on the road and storming Broad St. Shut that bitch down. Drago was running around naked until he finally mounted the front of a Septa bus and pressed some serious ham. Now, we got one tournament berth sandwiched by NITs.
Good times, but memories is all I got now. Story of my life. Stat boy, how much of this did I fuck up today?