Man, if you could capture this feeling of laying an *** whoop on Indiana basketball and put it in a bottle, you would be a billionaire. This. This euphoric feeling makes all of life better. The stock market could collapse tomorrow and my girl could go suddenly bald… and I would just be like “it’s okay, my love. We beat Indiana by about 30 last night and I’m only with you for your dad’s money, anyways. Gon HEAD with your Jada Pinkett Smith self.”
Life is good, life is good.
If anyone needs me, Ima be over here taking sips of well aged Hoosier basketball despair out of an extremely expensive wine glass (courtesy of my girl’s father).
Goode just screwed up big-time!
He had a sterling reputation and a lot of well-wishers in Illini nation. He just literally threw all of that away in my eyes.