I haven't really talked about the GMAC Bowl played on Sunday because the wounds were too deep. I seriously should have gotten drunk before trying to watch that. I actually gave up and went to bed when the score was still only 56-7. I mean...what the FUCK?!?! So in an attempt to wash the bad taste out of my mouth - since "at least Toledo didn't
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I am that rare thing: a girl who enjoys talking about sports. Or perhaps more accurately, a girl who enjoys talking about hockey and football and occasionally baseball though I'd really prefer not to get into Junior Griffey's dismal performance since joining the Reds, thankyouverymuch. (One of my best friends from high school and I have an unofficial Junior Injury Watch: "It's Opening Day, so we must be about 13 innings away from his next hamstring pull...")
I don't even want to think about the bowl game. The worst thing was that I had not gotten to bed until 6 am on Sunday morning, and then woke up at 8:30 am, and the lack of sleep made me feel so bad that I wished I was hung over instead. I was hoping that the bowl game would cheer me up. But...FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL. How does a team lose a bowl game on national TV, 63-7?
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