It's not my fault! They told me they fixed it! I trusted them to fix it!

--Lando Calrissian


Well I've got good news and bad news. Let's get the crappy stuff out of the way.

GODDAMMIT! I've been tracking this story the past two weeks. I've practically pissed a circle around it, marking my territory for when we got the inevitable "Yes."

As if I weren't already disappointed enough, now I've got the newsroom angry that I jinxed this event. And tomorrow our entire circulation will probably think the same thing. As if I don't hear the "jinx" talk enough from people on this page. So I got that going for me, which is nice.


Of course, that segues to the good news: This all happened on Christmas Eve! If ever there were a time to completely exhaust your jinx karma/potential beyond anyone's wildest dreams, it's the night before an NCAA tourney where your team has a high seed!

My soul is clean; my conscience is clear.

And if something catastrophic happens, well, you can blame the president. Hoya Saxa, Mr. President - and thanks. Bring on the tourney, bitches!