So... we couldn't help ourselves. I mean, Carolina will obviously go on, so what harm could come from pulling, just this once, for Florida State?
Just to set the scene: La Bonne et Belle Bianca Castafiore is decked out in a bold, strapless, beaded animal print (specifically, leopard), her considerable self poured into the sweetheart neckline whose décolletage is set off by rhinestones, the fitted silhouette amply accenting her curves, the mid-thigh slit in the front allowing the bright orange lining to flash like a stroboscopic lamp. She is plopped next to me on the bed, rounding out her come hither look with a pair of orthopedic alpaca fuzzy slippers.
During the first semi-final, she kept up a steady effff-ah you! effff-ah you! -- despite my efforts to turn that into the more accurate chant of FSU! FSU! Eventually, The Castafiore burst out of the lace-up corset that constituted the back of that safari prom dress. She's been pretty quiet since.
At 7:06 in the first half, Duke leads Maryland by a mere two. Sloppy turnovers by the Devils.
As much as anything, what I appreciated in those FSU players was their free throw shooting under pressure. That's the measure of a great team -- taking advantage of the freebies. That, and making the big plays.
The Bonne et Belle and I were getting into the final minutes of the FSU v. UNC-CH game. Fred was in the bathroom. So... I get a little over-excited and my cheering becomes somewhat shrill. The bathroom door bangs open and The Fredster comes flying into the bedroom, wide-eyed and yelling "What's wrong, what's wrong? Do you need me?"
What a good and gracious man he is. And yes, I will always need you, Fred. But right now, the Terrapins are sinking all their threes.