Tomorrow sees both Squire and I staring agony in the face. The punishments for the first week of our Mortal Lock picks has been set. I am afraid dear reader, very afraid.
Squire had to be a big man and took Zaga earlier in the week. At the time Squire didn’t know who Zaga would be playing. Squire was bold enough to take them on the spread. Tomorrow Gonzaga takes on Seaton Hall. If Zaga can’t cover the spread Squire will be heading off to a C list comedy act on Sunday night all by his lonesome. Squire is a pretty sulen and quite man. He doesn’t enjoy crowds or company. The idea he might have to attend this hour and a half event in a theatre full of people just warms my normally cold heart. Oh, and he’ll have to blog about it. So we might all be winners here.
I wasn’t quite as brave. I took the Penguins over the Hurricanes tomorrow night. No spread. No Lines. Just the Pens getting the W. The Hurricanes have been showing signs of life lately and Pittsburgh is without Malkin. Nothing is certain here. I’ll be live blogging the game tomorrow night. That should be interesting. If the Pens lose, Squire has decided I will be attending some sort of EDM Rap Battle at a local night club next week. I will be going alone. The nightclub draws huge numbers from the undergraduate programs in our town. I also don’t like crowds or a lot of people. Also, generally not a fan of EDM, at all. I will also have to blog about my experience. I think I’d rather eat a bowl of salt.
Gritty fucked the whole thing up. It was like trying to watch your parents play Call of Duty. It was almost impressive. Squire and I think he should have to pick another game that takes place before Sunday or just suffer a punishment for his actions. If anyone wants to weigh in on this, or what Gritty’s punishment should be, please, let us know. Or you can just tweet him. Call him a coward. Or a fool. Either one works.
Pray for Salt. Pray for no EDM. Pray for no rap battles. Lord knows I need it.