Greetings from the Final Four! With Leather is on location and will occasionally write about what's going on in the ATL or Hotlanta or whatever it's called. Read Dispatch #1 here.
Following the crap-tastic Florida-UCLA game, I met up with a friend of a friend at his apartment near the Emory campus. He had gone to the game as well, and was admittedly exhausted from a hard Friday night celebrating the end of med school finals. I was worn down from a long day of travel and an even longer week of work. It was midnight on Saturday night.
I said, "So, do you feel like getting a couple drinks or something?"
"I dunno. Do you feel like going out?"
"I mean, I'm pretty tired, but I could go for a beer if you wanted one."
"I guess I could," he replied, "if you really want to go out."
Silence. I felt an obligation to report on Saturday night in Georgia.
"Yeah, let's just go out for a beer. I should check out the scene and look at Southern belles."
I had called his bluff. "Actually, do you mind if we called it a night?"
I laughed. "Yeah, man, it's cool." He went to bed, and I checked my email before falling asleep on the couch.
And that was Saturday night. Woo! Can you feel the thrill of the Final Four? Is my wild lifestyle too much for you to handle?
If you thought that was HOTT, get ready for my Sunday (note: it rained all day yesterday, and today it's cool and cloudy, making this exactly like my Super Bowl trip). I went on an hours-long trek to get my digital camera fixed (it suffered a debilitating injury on St. Patrick's Day) that proved to be absolutely fruitless. So that was pretty cool. Get ready for no exciting pictures tomorrow. Then I checked into my new living quarters, in which there are no college students here to party. Then I stayed up late to write an offensive Kissing Suzy Kolber post. I am fucking EXTREME.
And now it's time to get pumped up for tonight's championship game. I'd say put all your money on Florida, but it's been repeatedly proven that I'm a dipshit about college hoops. But fear not, I promise to go out and experience some semblance of nightlife tonight, even if it means starting tomorrow's posts later in the morning. Even if it means going to a strip club.
Correction: especially if it means going to strip club. See y'all tomorrow!
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and an even longer week of work.
So you’ve moved on to writing fiction.
Jesus Christ next time tell me you watched grass grow or the paint dry or something.
i am without a doubt dumber after reading this post.
At my age it’s hard to generate the energy to “party” on a Sunday night. But then again I’m not a Former Marine, Sports Writer…I’m just a former Marine, computer nerd.
Wow, this makes my weekend of sleeping in sound like a party at the Playboy mansion.
Okie, you left out combat veteran!
I drank enough for three or four people on Saturday night, so I more than made up for everyone else taking it easy.
Worst. Post. Ever.
You are really failing to live up to the Jenny Wu sexiness of your Super Bowl tales. Work on it, Ufford!
I’ll say it… unless your team is in the Championship, who cares about NCAA ball anymore? Credit goes to Ufford for jumping on a plane, at the last minute, to cover a virtual non-story, after a long work week, in a B-grade city.
The “no pictures” business is bullshit, though.
Not to beat a dead horse/Barbaro/Melissa Rivers here, but your tale makes my Saturday night, staying up until 3am playing Grand Theft Auto with my little brother, sound exciting.
And when I put that into words, I feel sad. Therefore, Matt, you should feel that much sadder.
C’mon guys. Maybe Ufford just needs a blood transfusion to up his hemoglobin so he can stay up later and be more exciting.
This post “pales” in comparison to some of his others.
It’s like I’m right there at the Final Four!
You forgot one line in that witty exchange:
“I’m just going to go upstairs and masturbate.”
Yes it was a zillion years ago, but it’s still funny.
Off topic: Royals planning to move to Japan in search of more easy wins!
Some friends and I went to Atlanta for both the SEC Championship Game and the SEC Tournament these past few months. Each time we spent the afternoon getting hammered at Jocks n’ Jills at the CNN Center, and then being too beat to go out that night.
The Jocks n’ Jills is fun, though.
Tim, the red, white and blue blooded, patriotic, my country tis of the, American’s American is none too happy with your wrongful assessment of his place of birth.
289, My comment was in regard to the writing, not to Atlanta. I lived in the ATL. Nothing bad to say about it. (‘Cept drivers freak out when it rains.)
I was talking about the Royals. Schilling pitched for them today and last I checked he’s a Real American.
Perhaps someone could enlighten me (as a non-American) why the FUCK would SS say “we’ll Jew”??? what the FUCK does that mean??? Furthermore who FUCKING cares??? Yeah, because in the good ol’ USA you guys live in such a culturally sensitive and tolerant society. What a fucking stitch-up. This has got to be the worst sports related story in the history of the fucking universe.
289. Gotcha. Guess I just figured if a team pays 57 mil for the rights to talk to someone, they best be trotting him out on opening day. Go Royals. I’m glad Gil Meche looked good.