Manic Monday: Blah

It's been raining here at Daily Honesty headquarters for the past three days, and though the company (the wife and two puppies) has been first class, we're ready to see the sunshine lest we start acting like this guy.

Luckily, it seems that the sun will make an appearance, albeit briefly, for tomorrow night's World Championships, so hopefully our batteries will at least find some sort of a charge. Until then, we're struggling for inspiration and fighting off the Blahs in this gray edition of Manic Monday.

Appropriate to the Belgium-like weather this weekend, the cobbled classics kicked into full gear over in the land of frites and trappist ales.  

MMMM... frites and trappist ales...

Here's hoping that our main man George can get a big win the next two weeks, preferably in the second week.

Considering his performance at E3 on Saturday, the object of my man crush appears on form to slay all comers at De Ronde and Paris-Roubaix.

Yes, I did say man crush. Watch this and see how he rides, well, the ENTIRE FIELD off of his wheel and you'll understand:

Ridley, the new puppy, is apparently part monkey. At just under 16 pounds and standing at a towering height of 5-6 inches, he can climb up onto our deck table like it's not even there. This does not bode well for the future of NOMs on the table in Casa Zeta.

Roy Williams is a good coach, and when his secondary break is working, his teams are nigh unstoppable. Force him to adjust mid-game however, and he's toast (see the Kentucky game this weekend).

I don't like John Calipari, but, dang that man can coach.

Wouldn't it be better if VCU and Butler could meet in the final? How come, when there are two Cinderellas in the Final Four, they always meet in the semis? I just hope whoever (and please, let it be Butler) makes the final isn't cannon fodder for the big boys on the other side of the bracket.

We can debate whether or not the NCAA tournament is a good way to decide a national champion, but can we not all agree that the BCS is definitely a poor method? 

Favorite weird stat of the Final Four: Jim Calhoun (coach of UConn) is older (68 years old) than the COMBINED ages of Brad Stevens (Butler-34 years old) and Shaka Smart (VCU-33 years old).

Oh and also, Duke sucks.

I searched for an hour trying to find a clip of Count Blah from Greg the Bunny to end this post, but couldn't find anything good. Apparently that obscure bit of early 2000's puppet comedy was a touch too obscure.

Blah...