If I’m an Illini’ fan…


I’m getting increasingly nervous every time I hear someone drop the 2003-4 St. Joseph’s label on my team. Nervous, not confident (see: “When You’re On Top”). It took an abysmal 41% free throw shooting night from the Badgers, two improbable Jack Ingram 3’s, and a sore-widdle-footsie-wootsie from Brian Butch to stay undefeated and end the Kohl Center home streak at 38. But let’s face it, that streak had much more to do with guys like Kirk Penny, Mike Kelly and Devin Harris than the lesser talented, and softer, players on the current Badger roster. Atlantic 10, Big 10, tomat-uh, tomat-ah — I’m just saying. I’m also just saying thank you ESPN for giving us more Erin Andrews and less Doris Burke.

If I’m a KU fan, I’m a little pissed that a single non-conference road loss is not only enough to drop my team to #7 in the polls, but behind a Kentucky squad that we convincingly beat on their floor without our top player (Simien). Then again since college basketball polls are relatively meaningless, I’d just go back to cursing Bill Self for not shortening his current 12-man rotation and continuing to give significant minutes to the increasingly one-dimensional J.R. Giddens at the expense of former Menudo member, Alex Galindo.

If I’m a Duke fan, and I am, I feel so blessed that even in an unexpected rebuilding year with the Blue Devils picked to finish no higher than 5th in their own conference, that they still get every call and that the television networks and NCAA conspiratorially ensured that they wouldn’t have to play North Carolina, Wake Forest or Georgia Tech until February. You’re right too, depth is a huge problem that will likely end in the first one-and-done since Earl Boykins and Eastern Michigan. That’s if they don’t lose out and settle for an NIT bid. They may be the most overrated #2 team in the nation in the history of college basketball. Seriously, they’re not good — you definitely want them on your side of the bracket. Especially you, Illinois — you match up perfectly with them. Redick sucks. Ewing sucks. Shelden sucks.

If I’m a Boston College fan, I am so happy that we don’t join the ACC until next year. Of course playing that crappy Duke team in two nationally televised games could be a nice recruiting tool. “Come to Boston College where you can embarrass those sissy-boys from Durham twice a year.”


If someone held a gun to my head they might end up pulling the trigger before I could decide between Jenna and Barbara. You go with Barbara and you get all those teeth, you go with Jenna and you have to keep her out of the Dairy Queen drive-through. Decisions, decisions.

If I am Charisma Carpenter’s parents, I’m still not sure how she didn’t end up a stripper. “And now gentlemen coming to the main stage, please put your hands together for Charisma… ”

If I am Danny from the Apprentice’s parents, I have no idea what you’re talking about —- that’s not my son.


If I am Jessica Simpson, every time I feel a little guilty that I got the rack, the nose, the hair, the voice, the talent, um, what was I feeling guilty about again? It’s just so hard to concentrate while staring at myself in the mirror above my bed. Damn, I look hot, and boy am I surprisingly flexible!

If I am Paul Giamatti I don’t say jack about Clint Eastwood stealing my Oscar nomination, because I don’t desire to have my ass publicly kicked by a 70-year old. Besides, even though my own barber couldn’t tell you my last name, I did get to host Saturday Night Live last week. People still watch that show, right? Right???


If I’m Marissa, I think long and hard before screwing over Seth Cohen this week by seducing his hot little bartender girlfriend. Even though it will be tremendous for ratings as well as my popularity within the lesbian community. If I play my cards right, the next heart I’d break would be Ellen Degeneres. Mmmm, come to momma Portia! And don’t even get me started on Portia vs. Alex (Olivia Wilde).

If I am Doug Mienxkeyswitcz, the Red Sox can have their ball as soon as they pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Luckily, I’d be hiding the ball in the one place I knew they wouldn’t be looking for it. That is assuming Jim Edmonds’ is not on the search committee.

If I am Terrell Owens, I take the needle and call up Mr. Miyagi.

If I’m You, I am extremely thankful I have a guy like me in your life to steer you towards life’s little treasures. Today’s treasure: annarawson.net. Looks like Ben Roethlisberger’s bad decisions aren’t limited to the football field. I mean if you’re going to date an LPGA pro, and not an adult film star or one of the Bush twins, Anna is clearly the one and only choice, right? Miss Rawson seemingly comes fully loaded with all the options — including the ability to tell you the temperature without opening her mouth.

If I am a Disney Cruise bartender I am practicing my mojito mixing, because if there’s one thing Mr. Potter hates, it’s a slow mojito.

See you cold, land-locked suckers in a week and a half! Fortunately you’ll have Anna R. to keep you warm.