College Basketball. This is the lifeblood of March in Lexington. There is UK irish themed basketball attire to be found. Every sports bar is full of light beer drinking blue clad fans stuffing their face. Today I was one of them. I found myself chatting with a "louisville boy" (married, blech) about how Calipari isn't an X's and O's coach, but rather a phenomenal recruiter. To be honest, I'm amazing at faking a knowledge base and my basketball beliefs are no exception.
Wowing the men at the bar with my "they should have throwback uniforms for the final four" recommendation that I dreamt of last week was particularly fantastic. Honestly, the chances of one of those boys pulling a "britney" would pump those ratings through the roof. Just picture it... oh yea. Harrelson's stats of hotness in tight shorts. Ok, so I'm a little bit of a perv. Big news.
I'm pleased to say my love of basketball has also prompted me to begin sporting a UK ball cap. What I really love? Sports and bar food.
The love of college football that I'm used to is just being supplemented by Basketball. The funny thing to me is: I'm quite tall for a woman and people chronically ask me who I played for. I wonder if small people are constantly probed about their history as a jockey.
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