I walked the Orange Street Loop tonight in 45:12. It looks as if I will have to watch the NCAA Tournament final tonight without knowing what to hope for. Spencer, the commissioner, said he has to work, that he'll try to let me know as soon as possible. Fuck. The reason we gamble is to make us care who wins between Kentucky and Connecticut, or, in this case, how many total points ten mentally retarded future fucking millionaires can score in two hours.
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