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Arrogance and shame

So many of you know the idiotic (but highly entertaining) quest I recently embarked on, following my beloved Buckeyes (with some beloved friends) here, there and everywhere cheering them on to victory. My journey stopped after an eventful trip to San Antonio (which I highly recommend), where I witnessed a twenty point comeback and a thorough dismantling of Memphis on our way to a final four victory over Georgetown. So last night, I settled in with said friends to enjoy another Bucks victory and an avenging of the horrific loss to those dam Gators in football.

You obviously know the outcome. We lost. That sucks. But whatever...not the point of this. The point is the team we played is the EPITOME of arrogance, amazingly me with their ability to believe that their lives are far more important since they can throw an orange ball in a basket from 25 feet away. I get that being excited and playing hard and talking smack is a part of the deal. Still, I get nausea when I'm forced to watch players who are DOING THEIR JOB strut around like they just cured cancer. This goes for all sports, but the Gators, and specifically Joe Queen Noah, make me especially queasy. Anybody catch his brilliant post game interview after dominating the bench with 35 minutes of outstanding foul trouble and poor performance? It went something like this:

YEAH YEAH YEAH, We at this school and bringin' it home. We gonna party all night and all day, and you ain't got no idea what I'm talking about Billy (Packer), but my BOYS do, my GATOR BOYS. YEAH!

It was as perfectly ignorant sounding as you could possibly imagine, and only reinforced the fact that these guys had zero class in the midst of their dismantling of my beloved Bucks. Donovan didn't even MENTION OSU in his post game speech, speaking only about the fact that his basketball team was "the greatest college team that has ever played."

(VOMITING IN MY MOUTH)

Sorry Florida...you have won lots of National Championships lately, but you've reinforced how ignorant many of today's athletes act. Good Riddance.


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  • Blogger stevie says so:
    April 5, 2007 at 10:05 AM  

    Gee...

    Somebody's not taking this that well. top

  • Blogger Rachel says so:
    April 5, 2007 at 4:31 PM  

    My very favorite part was when he said, "This is what the University of Florida is all about -- winning championships!"

    Shoot, I got that all wrong -- I thought they were an educational institution this whole time. top

  • Blogger amo says so:
    April 6, 2007 at 7:34 AM  

    I agree with Stevie. I haven't talked to any of you psycho OSU fans since the game and I was wondering how you are taking it - NOT SO WELL.

    In response to Rachel's comment - that is exactly why I am tired of college sports these days. top

  • Blogger amo says so:
    April 6, 2007 at 7:34 AM  

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