Of "one and dones," X, The Sweat Hog, and JP
So, when X took the sno-cone machine, Pitino and son didn't pan out (LOL), no one would return Elvis's phone calls, and JP was named head coach by default, I posted on this board that I was sick of hired guns, so called "student athletes," who were simply waiting out the NBA period before making their millions. I looked forward, I said, to the return of "real" college basketball players, who would proudly wear the Tiger Blue for 4 years and hang diplomas on their walls. I said that I didn't care if it meant that we wouldn't be in the Elite Eight every year. I would be thrilled to have a program with integrity once again.
Tonight, while staring blankly into a bowl of Alpha-Bits, I could have sworn I saw the letters B-R-U-C-E-P-E-A-R-L-E appear in a perfect line. I suddenly found my mood lift, a wave of excitement build, the anticipation of post-season trips that wouldn't end after the first round, the cutting down of nets, players making it rain. For a brief moment, I felt like a hypocrite. But I quickly brushed the feeling aside, and returned to my growing state of euphoria, felt the headiness, basked in the glory.
Only then did I realize that there is no "E" at the end of Pearl. I slid further into despair, and switched to Fruit Loops. I have lost all touch with reality.
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