You've got no fear of the underdog

Dear Megan,

So, that sucked:

Dynamite?

AP Photo/John Raoux, via espn.com

83-62? What the hell? That game was no good. I spent most of the game consulting the Bill James Lead Calculator (a lot more fun than it may sound), trying to figure out when the game was out of reach. It got there eventually, and that made me sad. Not as sad as seeing poor Shan Foster on the bench with a towel over his head, but sad nonetheless. It's too bad the games weren't played at Memorial.

I vowed after the game was over to spend the next few weeks determinedly cheering for the Heels, plus for whomever was playing Duke. I am sure that West Virginia is grateful (so sweet); Arkansas, not so much.

I finally got around to seeing No Country for Old Men. It's tough to watch, but it didn't really start to haunt me until the next day. I couldn't get it out of my head for a while there. Between that and The Wire, I think I need to start watching more comedies.

I hope all is well with you and the boys.

love, molly

previous post title source: "What Becomes of the Broken Hearted," Jimmy Ruffin