Tuesday, January 22, 2008
ECPP 2: The Reckoning
So, the last time the Deadspin folk got together, I, uh... damn. Not good. This time was a bit more low-key, yet no less fun. Again, I lost composure, blacked out a bit; yelled at children, danced with fake flappers. 'Twas all in good fun. Seton Hall-Louisville was surprisingly watchable, the new faces were fantastically funny and, as per the norm, people took a lot of pictures of Adam trying to make me look as homosexual as possible. Such is life.
To all involved, thanks again for a great time in paradise (read: Newark, New Jersey). From the fight on the PATH train to the drunk Brit telling me he was a millionaire and then refusing to buy shots for the bar (I got Sambuca out of it), it was a night that lived in infamousnesses.
Now, on to the PICKSHURES (mostly Phony's camera; the one of me screaming/the one with me and Pete Jayhawk are Peter Cavan's. Thanks, Pete.):
WE ARE THE WO