With just over six minutes left of the WVU/Louisville game, I’ve decided to start a mini-blog because I need something to do w/ my hands. My hands are all sweaty, by the way. They’re kind of gross. I’m so damn nervous.
Foul on Louisville!
Shel just farted, so I covered his bum w/ a pillow, which isn’t working well. The odor is still oozing out.
Traveling foul on WVU. Dammit.
I’m so nervous right now that I can’t even pee. I tried to pee, I like to pee, but it just didn’t happen.
68-61, us. Louisville just shot a three pointer.
Pittsnoggle!! Wooo hooo! Just shot his sixth three. He’s really good. I wish I knew how to spell his last name.
With five minutes left we’re up by six. That’s not enough points for me to be calm. Typing on here is making the time go by much more quickly, though, which is a good thing.
Yay – commercial break. You’d think that I would calm down during these game interruptions, but I’m not. Not at all.
It’s truly amazing how wrapped up one can become when their favorite sports team is playing. I’m not the world’s biggest basketball fan, but I’m a huge Mountaineer fan. That means that I’ll cheer for WVU whether it’s the football team or the rifle team.
Oh God. Now we’re only up by four. My heart is absolutely POUNDING. Thud, thud, thud… I can hear the beating of my heart ringing in my ears. My hands are still disgustingly sweaty. Ugh.
Ok, seems as though Louisville’s best player got fouled out and Shel’s checking out the ‘cute pizza girl’. My God is he a crappy boyfriend sometimes. Although he claims to love me.
We’re at the foul line. Swoosh! One down, one to go. Shel wants me to type that I love him. We missed the second free throw. Jesus criminies.
Shel is trying to edit my blog. He’s very concerned with his image. He likes to pretend that he’s always Mr. Wonderful, and sometimes he is and sometimes he isn’t.
“Take that shit out! Take it out! I’m not going to buy you dinner if you don’t take it out!” – Shel
We’re still on commercial break. I really, really, really want WVU to win! My lips are stained blue from the blue peeps I ate. Actually, my lips have more of a purple hue because of the blue/pink combo.
Ooooooohhhhh my God. Deep breaths, Ali, deep breaths.
Louisville just hit two free throws, so now they’re only down by three. Dammit. Ok, Louisville just fouled us. Foul, foul, foul! Come on now, guys! Let’s just get this game over w/, shall we?
Swoosh! One down, one to go. (sounds familiar, huh?) Yes! We got the second free throw. Thank goodness.
I really can’t take this. My heart is going to explode. Honestly, it is. I wonder what would happen if one’s heart actually exploded. Instantaneous death, of course, but other than that…
2:52 remaining. 74-71, us.
We just called another time out. Hello KFC commercial! My sweaty hands are shaking right now. I’m concentrating on deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Let’s goooo Mountaineers!
Oh no – we missed a shot and Louisville got the rebound. They’ve been making all of their shots lately.
I LOVE YOU KEVIN PITTSNOGGLE!!!! (he just shot ANOTHER three)
I can hear the WVU fans chanting in the stands and it makes me happy.
We’re up by two w/ .48 seconds left. We’re at another commercial. It’s about dolls who don’t sweat. It’s called the Suck-Up. They also have the Wuss and Mama’s Boy available. They’re not real dolls, though – they’re ad gimmicks for deodorant, I think. I need some of that stuff for my hands. Gotta go for now. I’m going to keel over and die.
Overtime. I don’t want to watch. Really, I don’t. But Shel made a good point. WVU hasn’t been in this position for nearly 50 years and they may never be there again. I wouldn’t have cared about any of this if we hadn’t been ahead. I mean, I didn’t expect them to play well against Louisville, so I was thrilled to just be in the Elite Eight. I’m still insanely proud of my school, but it seems like there’s so much more on the line now. I think I’m going to quit typing for a while.
We lost. I’m terribly bummed, but so, so, so proud to be a Mountaineers fan.