It's Hard(er) to Hate Someone When You Know Their Story

Darn it!

One of my villains has fallen.

No, she didn’t die.

Worse.

She became human to me and I just can’t hate her as much as I did and I’m kinda pissed about that. Because what’s college basketball without a good hate-watch team?

The Good, The Bad, and the Overly Tanned

Sure, it’s fabulous to root for the UConn women — where all the players are talented, smart, beautiful, volunteer with rescue llamas, and know when to use the salad fork. I’ve been riding and dying with them since 1995 so I’m not going to stop now.