It’s late March and Old Tuffy cans are falling faster than a Duke Point Guard on an opponent’s drive. State basketball had gotten my hopes up WAY too high and now a baseball team, I thought had the tools, was failing miserably and at the very bottom of the ACC standings.
I did want any other drunk, State-obsessed fan would do. I made a deal with the devil himself…
Devil: “You want what?”
Me: “I need this friggin’ *hiccup* baseketball team *hiccup* to win.”
Devil: “First off, what sport? And a series? A championship? What we thinking here?