No....not the announcers. Our beloved GF. Last night, I was not able to watch the first 3/4 of the game due to incredibly bad scheduling and just an outstanding case of stupidity on my part. I've asked for several to keep me updated via text and apparently, no one likes me, so I have no idea what's going on. Then, the little green light starts blinking and the familiar DROOOOIIID signal goes off. It's Brian. Thank Gawd, I finally get to see what's happening.
Excuse me folks, one second...I'm expecting a very important message.
The message says..and I quote...."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuckity fuck."
I type back..."Score?????"
Response: "I'll bet Howard's not bangin' Whitney right now"
"Score????"
Response: "Did I mention, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck?"
I slammed my phone down. Onterrio crumpled at the 35.