Scottie Doesn't Know That He Made My Night

First, to address some juicy comments that were left on my last post: While I am not suspicious at all about two ladies from Arizona who will both be visiting Villanova in the coming weeks leaving me comments five minutes apart from each other, I do have to say thanks but no thanks. I'm sorry, but you don't have to worry. That's because it's not you, it's me.

Now, onto the main point of my post. I'm fairly certain all of you by now have at least seen the ending of the game last night between my Villanova Wildcats and Pitt. In a quick recap for all of you who didn't see the game, Scottie Reynolds, for whom the title of this post was named after, won the East Regional MOP award after he hit a driving layup to win the game. It is safe to say that my reaction was exactly like my boy C-Webb's, only replace REYNOLDS with RONDO. I am almost positive that this is the second greatest Elite 8 Game in the history of the NCAA Tournament. What with the constant lead changes and the almost-buzzer-beater at the end, I could not have asked for a better game with a better outcome.

This game of course resulted because of a 23 point drubbing of the Dukies. As you may already know, I hate Duke (Jon Scheyer and his goofy facial distortions especially). The fact that Villanova not only knocked them out of the tournament, but sent them home crying (and massaging each other?) was icing on the cake for my Thursday night. It is needless to say that I gave Fat Dub, JD Sparks XIV, the infamous Clay Packel, and Ibo DeGrouchy, who are all "Duke fans" a very hard time at school on Friday. It was especially refreshing to get after Ibo, who was just flat out "talking stupid" during the week. By the end of the day Friday, Ian's responses were receding more than Gerald Henderson's hairline.

Villanova's Elite 8 win of course puts them in the Final Four. Their opponent, however, is yet to be decided. It is between Oklahoma or North Carolina. I have been asked many times about who I would rather see them play. This matchup basically comes down to whether I would rather see them play the chillest cucumber in the land, Blake Griffin, or the most oblivous-looking garbage man in the history of sports, Tyler Hansbrough. It pains me to say this, but these two gentlemen are equals on the BA Scale. Blake Griffin achieved his status by straight up posterizing fools, while Tyler Hansbrough got his by jumping off of a frat house. Because of these things, I have no preference on who Villanova plays.

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The Soup Kitchen has had a Facebook fan page for a while now, I have just been too lazy and forgetful to link you to it. You can reach it by going here. My thanks go out to Saumon Oboudiyat for setting it all up for me.

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While I did take a break from sweater vest Thursday to wear my Villanova gear, I did manage to spot Mr. Bob Jesson sporting a sweater with the collar sticking out, which I do count in my sweater vest counter.

Sweater Vest Spottings: 44 (1 Last Thursday)

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