Sorry

So a few of us were at a bar last night, watching the NCAA basketball tournament. Specifically the Georgetown game. You grow up in DC, you love the Hoyas. That is just the way it is. And a Hoya is apparently a bulldog. Again, the way it is.

So, one of my friends refused to actually watch the game. "I can't watch the game," she said. "I put too much meaning into it. Its as if how Georgetown does is somehow a reflection of my fate."

Oh.

Final score: Florida 57, Georgetown 53.

As the final seconds wound down, I turned to her and said, "Sorry, God still hates you."