Saturday night, I spent around 30 minutes on the phone trying to convince an Aggie friend of mine that they had showed heart and guts to play #1 seed UCLA to a hell of a game, and the fact of the matter is the better team won. He'd hear nothing of it, claiming they were robbed, mugged, screwed - all the verbs you can picture under the sun. I assumed he was being Angry Aggie. I was wrong.
Heading into this weekend's Sweet 16, aside from my beloved Longhorns, I will be cheering for whatever team plays UCLA. I know there is a media bias towards the liberal leftcoast, and have come to terms with this. However, the blatant refusal of NCAA officials to call a foul on what was an obvious attempt at rape blows my mind. Cleary, the Aggies were fouled as they drove the lane with under 10 seconds to go in an attempt to tie the game.
Furhering my disgust of UCLA (aside from the obvious) was the "exclamation point" slammed home by some hommo from the Bruins. Congrats kid. The refs just handed you the game, and you dunked the ball after the final horn sounded. I hope you enjoy Kevin Love's weiner in your butt.
My only hope is that upon being bounced in the next few rounds, UCLA will learn the heartache of being screwed out of a chance at greatness. Perhaps when a group of honkeys from Western Kentucky knocks them off, vengence will be ours. Of course, what could be sweeter than UCLA eeking into the Final Four to perhaps meet the Aggies biggest rival, Texas, and having the Longhorns enact revenge for our Texan bretheren.
So as we head into this weekend....Texas Fight! Go -insert team playing UCLA-
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