It all came down to the UNC-UK Elite Eight game. If UK had won, I would be writing this post as the winner of the Riverside Green challenge, sipping my tea bragging about my superior basketball knowledge. Instead, I finished fourth as UNC ended up not only winning that game but the entire tournament, making espn97517000 our annual winner. So, um, let us know who you are so I can give you your prize of your very own editorial column at Riverside Green. (And Lizzie, if it’s you, you already owe me a column.)
That winner would be my wife. Not sure if she wants to claim her prize, though…or if she will cede it to me.
Ceding ain’t allowed! Tell her to step up and write!
Ha! Though she’s intrigued by the possibility of calling you a Trump balllicker.
I really think that phrase needs a space so as not to resemble the name of a presumably extinct medieval profession.
Agreed. I was reverting to the convention established in the original post. Trying to imagine a middle-ages LinkedIn job posting for a royal balllicker will occupy much of my day.
Exactly as predicted, I looked good through a couple rounds, and then tanked