I Really Need to Vent

So, I start with a disclaimer, I didn't watch most of the game last night. Living in the Central Time Zone and having a little baby don't allow me the luxury of staying up late anymore. So my first reaction when Mr. BB told me the score last night was saddness. Saddness that my little boy's mojo didn't get us through one more game.

But when I started reading this morning and found out what happened, I became furious. I don't have a problem getting beaten by a more talented team, but I WILL NOT TOLERATE DISRESPECT, and we, my friends, were disrescpected this week. It was bad enough with what happened to our Bruin Bear, but they flipped us the big middle finger this week.

Should I be surprised? No, not really. But for too long, I have watched those arrogant fuckers and their apologists live it up at our expense and I'm tired of it. Every year, I think, "Well, nothing lasts forever," but it gets harder and harder. I'm not saying CRN and his staff are wrong for us. I think if u$c* hadn't gotten blown out two weeks ago, we maybe wouldn't have been as optomistic.

Still, this morning I told Jonathan that the four letters he wore yesterday just aren't on his chest, they are in his heart and that is what matters. Their classlessness makes me prouder to be a Bruin.

So as much as it hurts, I'll say once again that karma is a bitch and they will get theirs. You can buy your players, but you can't buy class.