During a break in action at the UCLA game last night, Mrs. H and I were looking around the Coors Center and remarking at the text and graphics on the walls, notably the 'roaming' theme:
- Where legends roam
- Where clutch shots roam
- Where champions roam
- etc...
My wife starts this soliloquy:
My wife rules.
I know everyone is feeling anxiety and disappointment over the Dinwiddie injury and subsequent on-court performance of the team. Hope this is a welcome distraction -- I was busting up all last night. Go Buffs!
- Where legends roam
- Where clutch shots roam
- Where champions roam
- etc...
My wife starts this soliloquy:
well, roam is the operative verb that comes to mind when you think of a buffalo... I mean, it really is their modus operandi. When you think of a buffalo, you imagine this large beast roaming across the field, slowing ambling about as they wish... roaming is kind of a natural conclusion when you're discussing buffaloes.
Except for Ralphie at the football games -- that bitch does not roam.
My wife rules.
I know everyone is feeling anxiety and disappointment over the Dinwiddie injury and subsequent on-court performance of the team. Hope this is a welcome distraction -- I was busting up all last night. Go Buffs!