With 30 something seconds left, and Texas A&M down 10, I got up to go into the kitchen and fry a bologna sandwich. I was disgusted with SEC basketball this season. I told my fiancé the game was over, and she could watch what she wanted to watch.
Thank God she did a bracket.
“Can you change it to the Wisconsin game? I got them in the final four,” she says.
“Sure,” I replied. I was ready for that bologna sandwich.
As I was laboring hard over my frying pan, Sam just listened to me vent.