Thought I would do 10 minutes of good, solid work before weighing in again with the latest twists and turns of a night on the job.
And then, and then. I got sidetracked upon reading the first three paragraphs of a story previewing a certain (OK, let’s not be pussies here. Let’s be specific) Pac-10 basketball game.
And in paragraph No. 3, the author asserts the team which he covers has, through dint of hard work and good, old American luck, has played itself onto the NIT bubble.
NIT bubble? Talk about taking a tortured, gasping cliché and giving it a hearty round of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The NIT fucking bubble? How can you be on the bubble of a sporting anachronism?
Me? I’m on the bubble of bedlam. And it’s only 9:37 EST, 6:37 PST and 2:37 GMT, Saturday.