Drunken Omelette

None of your damned business.

Do not mess with the woman who makes the Volunteer nation endure powder blue striping — and like it.
Pat Summitt does not want to answer questions about the UConn coach. Her relationship with the UConn coach is what it is. Stop asking Evil Female Bear Bryant questions, silly ESPN reporters, or you will get mention of your verbal beatdown in a Tennessean story that can be viewed here.

More importantly, you prompt this woman’s awful talkback response that we will never ever be able to wash from our minds:

Well, isn’t that typical of reporters these days? They must all think they work for the Inquirer or wished thay did because sensationalism relating to anything sexual is about all they are interested in.

A later poster would go on to correct that the reporters were not, in fact, asking if a sweaty, awkward, half-court Pat Summitt-Geno Auriemma hookup led to Summitt killing the Lady Vols annual matchup against the Angry Female Huskies.

In fact, we’re hopeful that board moderators have put a bounty on “AmyTN’s” head for making us think about our unstoppable women’s basketball grandparents doing such awful, human things that which only make us shiver and gurgle vomit. A price must be paid.

Until that time, we post the following the video and then move on*:

“That’s right, I’m recruiting DEATH … even though he’s in O.J. Mayo’s posse.”

You may have noticed that Huggins Angry.
Despite our first round predictions, West Virginia coach Bob Huggins did not, in fact, get purchased to ensure the continued academic excellence of Michigan football while making sure that Rich Rod’s quarterback gets to ride the unicorn after a few shots.

Instead, his West Virginia team played the hardest, drag-out half of basketball we’ve seen in the first three days of the tourney.

Our second-weekend predictions are upcoming, but we read a great feature on ESPN.com about how big the chip on Huggy Bear’s shoulder is since he came back home to momma:

On the first day Bob Huggins held practice at West Virginia, he dragged a treadmill to the side of the court, plugged it in and left it there. …

Then John Flowers messed up. No one remembers the exact infraction, but he did something Huggins didn’t like and the coach told Flowers to hit the treadmill. “It’s on 15 miles per hour for at least 45 seconds,” Joe Alexander explained. “And you can’t hold on to anything, so if you don’t run fast enough, you just fall off.”

Bob Huggins doesn’t care if you break your neck while barreling off of an angry fast treadmill. If it takes a few broken bones to wash the weak, fleshy stink of John Beilein off of you, then by God, you’re going to break a few damned bones.

In other news, Duke sucks.

And because we missed it earlier in the week.
Jim Tressel won the ladder match. Damn his soul to Hell.

“I’m property! Yay.”

*We wanted to post the new “This Is SportsCenter” ad that washes Pat Summitt with cleansing awkwardness of Kenny Mayne, but alas, the Worldwide Leader has opted not to share such video at the time we need it most.