Good morning and welcome to another edition of...well you already know it's shitty and the topics make no sense.

On that note, tonight is the last night of my life that I'll technically be able to reproduce.  I'm pretty much sweating bullets here about having the procedure done.  At least I'll have conference tournaments to watch the rest of the week/weekend.  My wife actually had the nerve to ask me if I planned on doing yard work this weekend since it would be nice and things need done. 

The Basketbucks are pretty much toast.  Maybe they can win the NIT?  Despite this, That Matta is still the right dude for the job.

I have no beer of the week.

I have no tasty jam of the week.

I have nothing. 

I will be a shell of a man come Wednesday afternoon.