Groundhogs and Bulls and Clippers..Oh My!

Streak Start: Barbed wire Zero.

And I’m glad that I didn’t choose that groundhog option for extra special weight to lower my IQ further. Mate says it was so easy it is ridiculous since he figured there is no sun out for Mr. Hog to see his shadow.

This is where the female mind gets itself into trouble. I figured….with all this crazy weather, there has to be more winter. And then…shadow? It’ll be on stage and there may be lights so there could be a shadow, sans ball of fire in the sky. If this was 1819, I would have gotten it right without all these crazy loophole ways of thinking!

What I saw was two men passing the stunned groundhog back and forth in a well dressed and slow game of hot potato. Anyhoo, Badgers 1, Groundhog, 0.

So why am I gravitating toward a soccer game? Because I’m stubborn. Because I love bad relationships. Soccer don’t do right by me 50% of the time. Soccer doesn’t understand what I need, (a win) and therefore, the female rescue agent in me will continue to court it even when I say that I won’t.

I chose the Le Mans/AS Nancy Lorraine game. Le win? Mais Non! Nancy Lorraine was home putting on her makeup and drew the game simply because I chose the Win option. Thanks to hell Nanc. Thanks.

The Mate and I both wanted to dip our toes into the Baylor Bears @ Oklahoma Sooners game. We both desperately wanted to take the Bears. Which I started to. But there was something in those stats that made me switch to Oklahoma. I’m guessing that I started looking at who plays better home vs who pulls out the blue cheese on the road. Comparatively speaking of course. At the start of the game I was fairly sure that I was going to lose. Partly because when Mate, the Almighty Vat of Knowledge when it comes to sports, heard that I took the Sooners, he gave one of those subtle changes of energy that tell me it isn’t a pick he would have made. I made mention that I did end up going with a very small percentage of folks…6.4% to be exact, and he brushed me off as trying to be in the minority for the sake of the theoretical flip off. Now, I will say that yes, I do enjoy being in the minority. But only if I believe I can win. I will not choose a team that I don’t think will win just for the sake of being different. Unless it’s Texas in most forms. I mentioned that I chose them because I believed they could win. And with that, Mate gave one of those smiles that say, sure, whatever, and slinked out the door to shovel.
It’s wasn’t really such a horrible moment to let him know that the Sooners won. Later!

More basketball. Virginia Tech Hokies @ NC State Wolfpack. I did choose the Wolfpack, who were home. But there was something about it that didn’t stick. I really need to document these things in the moment because Hotpants Granny can’t seem to let these things stick in her mind. Again, something about who does what where and who has what to lose. I switched to Virigina Tech and thankfully, they came through.

The time came to choose the late night game and I have a snuggly 2 to work with. It looked simple to go ahead and choose the Vancouver Canucks @ Phoenix Coyotes but after watching High School Musical 2 for the 3rd time today, I arrived at the mouse a moment too late to pick. I would have chosen the Canucks. Time forced me to forge ahead.

Chicago Bulls are scuffing floors at the Los Angeles Clippers. The Bulls seem to have a much better run this season in general. Again, I chose and then swapped. I took the Bulls. Then I read the preview. I read it twice and apparently didn’t really read it the first time. What I read lead to my choice in team. I took the Clippers. And then proceeded to lose. So while I cashed in my well earned minority pick for another zero. I'll have this one dipped in coffee tomorrow morning while I figure out my next pick.

I've Been Vandalized

Streak Start: This “1” really brings out the blue in my eyes.

So I’ve ignored Streak for a day….thinking it might miss me a little if I played hard to get. Perhaps it would accidentally bump me to a 10 even though I haven’t played. But apparently the Streak has enough Fawning Admirers and although I have my special place in its moody heart, I can’t be the center of its universe at this point. I mean, how can I when we get stuck on first dates?

I choose with careful confidence where our next date will take place. I know I’ve got my No Rooting for Texas rule. However, TWO Texas teams were going to share the nets today…Baylor Bears at Texas Tech Red Raiders. I don’t remember why I ended up choosing to court Baylor, but they won. My validation for choosing Texas? Texas vs. Texas means Texas will also lose.
It worked for now….I’m nervously hanging out with a 2. Two is hanging out? What? Is that legal?

A tough call looking at the Miami Hurricanes who are going to cross the Clemson Tigers threshold. In these cases, it seems to make sense to choose the home team. This could very well come back to bite me and swallow my 2 (hmmm….might not be such a bad thing). We shall see. I do like Tigers though. But I’ve met more Hurricanes.

****Post Game****

I’d be super witty right now but I have a girl child burping in my ear and a conversation to boot. Sometimes she’s talented enough to hold an entire conversation with a single belch.
The Tigers came through for me. Ga-Rowl. I’ve got another game to pick for the night to see if I can change that soft, supple “3” into an angular, manly “4”.

On that baritone of a note, I’m looking at yet another NCB game….the Idaho Vandals (Idaho always reminds me of a dirty joke from when I was in middle school) at the San Jose State Spartans. I like Will Ferrell. He was a Spartan cheerleader.

****Post Game****

I might add that Will Ferrell was not a REAL cheerleader.

Sis Boom Bah!
Gave Me A Zero, Didn’t CHA?

That's right. I need some PJ!

My day starts with a lovely and seasonal shade of a Winning Green “1”!

Yeah yeah…ok…kudos to the mate who allowed me to copy off of his term paper last night.

Being new to G-ma land, I survey my new perks. Pajama jeans. Mate pointed them out on the TV to me as an item that I should be interested in. I might be needing them because even though I am about 100 lbs, on the inside I will need the big, jolly grandparent waistband that they provide. More like waist ban! Ew!

Chic? Stylish? If you’re not completely delighted send it back? All of these words are uttered in the sweet nothings of this infomercial. Can you use the word ‘Delighted’ with pajama jeans?

I am forced to stand outside in the light snow and take the google bus to Kerkyra for any sort of stats that are not listed in shapes. Boy those Greek sites really confound me! It doesn’t take much as it is but boy, this is double dipped confoundment! Finding some sort of schedule in a G-ma friendly layout takes a couple of stops on Link Road but I finally find something. A brief trip to both schedules to score compare and I get a case of the F*ck its. I’ll choose Kerkyra for the win or draw. Naturally though, whatever I am prone to choosing in a soccer game usually means I should chose the opposite. Game starts in 20 minutes and I have work to do and although I rather enjoy any sort of streak that isn’t in the negatives, I’ll put my 2 on it.

I’m going to put on NPR online and be old now.

Random note: my butt fell asleep. I’d better check on the soccer game.

It’s half time. And both teams are currently having a hot Zero Casserole. I’m ok with that. I like to draw in Soccer Standard Time. Just have to get through the last moments of the game with this draw. Soccer is crazy like that. They’ll go for 87 minutes without one goal and then suddenly at the end the tricks come out. Someone sets off dry ice and the other team can’t see so Team Dry Ice plunges in 3 goals. Or a cat is catapulted onto the field and lands in one of the goalie’s shorts and thus, 20.2 goals by the opposing team. I refuse to be fooled into a comfort zone by this current supposed draw.

We are at the 90 minute mark …. The computer housing my potential streak builder or dive went to sleep so I can’t see the score just by looking…I have to wake it up. A moment later, the truth is revealed. The cat was thrown into the pants of the Iraklis goalie. In the last 10 minutes, Kerkyra has scored a goal. Gee, what a shocker. I’m definitely not going to torture myself by watching the play by play on the internet – that’ll just cause blood pressure issues.

Going in past the 90 minute mark, an elephant with a spiked collar has run rampant toward Kerkyra and Iraklis has scored. So far so good…it’s still a draw.

You can’t trust the last moments of a soccer game. You just can’t. Sheeeee-it. I’m going downstairs to make coffee so as to avoid the emotional rollercoaster of the last minute.
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I went downstairs to make coffee, put on a pot of dried beans to cook for a couple of hours, did a few dishes, some squats and checked my Facebook profile. Avoidance issues much?

Thankfully, the curtain closed on that game when it did.

Next game up of my choosing is the Washington State Cougars vs the Baylor Bears in college basketball. The in between picks were again, those that you’d have to eat sports for a living to figure out. Or at least that’s my perception. I don’t feel like taking a learning curve right now for that and have already sanded down my pride in asking mate for his pick last night. In checking the only preview read that I could find quickly, I went with the Cougars. Why? Because they have the nickname Wazzu! Rhymes with the Great Gazoo from the Flintstones. But also because the opinion that I read seems to think so and listed a few points. So ok, I won’t copy mate but I’ll let this guy sway my vote, right? As the article states, Bring on The Bears! Apparently only 5.6% of us currently think so an hour before gametime!

****Post Game****

I’m a Proud member of the 5.6% Club. Thanks for the ‘3’ guys! I’ll be sure to use it up as fast and furious as I can! I placed the last check of the night with Florida State vs the Butler Bulldogs. The Dingo is eating my baby because I am 3 points behind so far. This surely spells out that I am back in the cage with the wire monkey. Clinging with wont to that Bastard Zero that keeps slipping in with me late at night. I might as well just munch my way through this whole bag of Trader Joe’s reduced guilt French Onion multigrain chips now.