If you would have told me yesterday at this time that the Buckeyes would have played ALMOST as bad as the Browns and gotten PUMMELLED by stupid Florida, I would have told you to shut the FRONT door. (Well, I probably would have said something similar that requires a parental advisory sticker, actually.)
But, if you would have told me yesterday around this time that, intead of going to two Buckeyes parties, I would not WATCH but LISTEN to the National Championship game through the bathroom door as I was curled up in a ball and wanting to DIE, I really would have laughed.
Unfortunately, both of the above happened.
I got home from school yesterday to find poor Matt hurling. Little did I know what was about to hit me.
Between Hawaii stomach flu and last night's debachle, we've each lost over 5 pounds.
Needless to say, my training for today has been put on hold. And probably tomorrow. And....ugh. I don't even want to think about it. Right now I can barely stand up.
To put it mildly:
LAST NIGHT WAS NO FUN AND I AM VERY PISSED OFF.
On a bright note, pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training in 37 days!
Let's hope I can report back to work tomorrow....