The Memory Eraser – a title that sounds like it refers to a potent cocktail you can order from Two Keys on a game night.
Well, last night was a game night. Or was it?
Suddenly, my memory is a little fuzzy. Fuzzier than a Louisville call-girl’s memory after accepting a Sex on the Beach from Rick Pitino and his boys at Porcini’s. I’m not even sure there were any games on TV last night. Do you remember? Last thing I recall is having dinner and plopping down on the couch and boom, I was out like a light. I most certainly did not watch any opening round NIT action. When does that start again, anyhow?
I keep seeing an uproar on social media from those tri-state area fans who wear red, black, and white on a regular basis. But I’ll just ignore that, per usual. It’s amazing how a joyous occasion like the commitment of Julius Randle can help clear the short term memory. Right now, all I can think about is the future.
So when those Cardinals, Hoosiers, and lazy obese jerks who made their career on the coattails of a skateboarder like Big Black keep talking smack to you, just ignore them. They don’t get it. They haven’t had their memory erased. They are too busy obsessing over UK fans instead of actually caring about the teams they cheer for. The future is mighty bright and we don’t need to convince anyone else about that. 15 boys in blue next year will do all the talking for us.
I‘d just like thank Julius Randle for being my memory eraser today. He’s made this Wednesday a lot easier to get through.