There are many different types of girls that "like" sports. You have the girls that actually like watching and fully understand the difference between a touchdown and a basket. You have the girls that know a basketball is orange and a hockey puck is black. You have the girls that pretend to know sports, but think a first down is when you cross the finish line for the first time.
But no matter what kind of girl you are, it seems like March Madness is going to be a world of its own, and there aren't many ways to really understand what's going on other than guys yelling at each other, the TV, and stressing out over their (most likely soon-to-be) messed up brackets. Here's a look into a girl's mind during March Madness.
Okay, so you're telling me to make a line-up of teams and guess which ones are going to win and which ones are going to lose all the way down to the finals?
That's like me asking you to predict which designer is going to run with which models and which color pallets on next year's runway. Or me asking you to read my mind. Whichever is easier.
Honestly, you sitting here trying to explain the difference in the teams with the best offense and defense is getting you less than nowhere.
So save your breath and use it for something more useful, like telling me how pretty I am or how that dress does not make me look fat.
Why can't I just pick the team with the cutest uniforms?
It truly seems like the most logical step for someone in my position.
That, or the team with the hottest players.
Can't go wrong with cute, athletic guys in uniform who are passionate about something. Ever.
Okay, listen. You can complain all you want about how messed up your bracket is on the second week of the madness, but I can't complain about last week's episode of "Grey's Anatomy?"
Oh honey, I don't think so. Try again.
Sorry your overall-winning team lost, but can I have a back rub now?
I've had a long and stressful week of listening to you complain about your bracket, when clearly, if you had listened to my plan of choosing the teams with the cuter uniforms or the cuter players, you wouldn't be in this situation.
What if we changed the channel for just a minute?
The score will be the score at the end of the game whether you're watching it or not, but Shonda doesn't put anyone's life on hold. So either we need to change the channel before you have an aneurysm or I'm going to have to push two of epi. Either way, I'm getting my "Grey's" fix tonight.
Boy, if you don't stop screaming at the TV, I am going to kick you out of this house.
They cannot hear you. They probably wouldn't want to listen to your "advice" anyway.
Ugh, thank God this is over. How much longer until April 3?
April means baseball season. Baseball season means hot dogs, beer, and cute guys in baseball pants. Cute guys in baseball pants means all-you-can-see cute butts. So, I will ask again. How much longer until April 3?
