I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
For a while it was Boston Tea Party II, but an Eagle run made it relatively close in the end. But still, we’ve got a pulse and the topsy-turvy ACC is shaken up a bit more. Perhaps all that talk of Duke being “on the bubble” hath been overdone.
Now I’ll have to turn right around and pull for BC against Carolina on Saturday–this is all very confusing.
To Number Two Son, who apparently became quite concerned over my health and that of other family members when my upper brain shut down as Duke’s 24-point lead dwindled to six and I began rearranging the family room furniture, I offer these words:
Next time, duck a little quicker. And then you can always go to the other end of the house, lock your door and put in your earplugs. I spend all day long dutifully being oh-so-responsible (you have no idea how much), so please allow me my occasional few moments of raw passion and frenzy. Many demons, blue and otherwise, are purged in the process.
That, my son, was what you call a “barbaric yawp.”