Ron Artest of blogging

After a self-imposed three-day suspension, I am back to blogging. In my time away, I came up with a couple good ideas for preventing future suspensions: 1) I will not use anyone's real name. Nicknames from here on out, unless you are getting paid over $9 million a year by the city of Cincinnati. In that case, Mr. Carson Palmer, I will talk about you as much as I want. 2) I'm going to stop caring what people think. Some of my blogs offend people. In retrospect, I realize that. But my entire blog is a joke, so everyone else needs to lighten up. If you don't like something, leave a comment about it and don't be anonymous. From here on out, I will censor NO MORE blogs.

Now for my weekend...
CT and I pub crawled after the St. Patty's Day parade. We learned that Dubya declared the month of March to be Irish-Heritage Month, so kinda like Black History Month but with better commercials and more drinking. Thanks to those people who met up with us to help bring it home. I also managed to watch Walk the Line 3 times this weekend in preparation for the Oscars. I'm glad Reese won, but sad that Joaquin didn't. Clooney won, so score another one for Cincinnati natives. Essentially, not a big weekend. But let me know if you want to watch Walk the Line.

I found out that Tim asked Rob to be best man. Thank God. Now we can stop listening to Rob playing it off like he doesn't care. Nice work by Scherpy to play himself out of the wedding. I hear he has an inside shot at being an usher. Thanks, Bave, for all the dirt. Speaking of which, the Bave would like me to remind everyone that she hooked up with Tony before Cristy ever did. Ha ha. Let's hope that Cristy doesn't read this.

After my 10k run tonight (in 40:40), I weighed in at 169 pounds. That's fun. Almost back down to my sprint football days of 163 lbs.

My #1 picks for the NCAA tourney going into the conference tournaments: Duke, UConn, Villanova, and Ohio State. We'll see if I'm right. I'm sure I won't be. I will be taking a long lunch tomorrow to watch UC play Syracuse. MacNamara's career has developed inversely to JJ Reddick's. Sad.

Sorry this blog sucks. It's late and I was just on the phone for a loooooong time with a good friend. You know who you are.