Over the next four days we will become bleary eyed, ten punds fatter, and possibly single as we watch 48 games in a variety of bars and friend’s living rooms (we really need one of them TVs), and we are so excited we can hardly breathe. Please ignore our absolute glee, these are our favorite 48 hours of the year.
They are the reason we stockpile our sick days, and consequently why our entire office gets the flu in November.
We’ve only won one pool in our day, so we really aren’t that good at predictions. However, since Florida has won the last two championships, we went with them again….huh…what….really…oh…[f-bomb].
If you’re in Seattle look for us at Spitfire, the Village Pub, and the Attic. You gotta find bars that can show up to four games at once.
Also, you’ll probably spot us at our dentist and doctor’s office between games, hey, we’re using our sick days.
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