Maybe Poetry Isn't So Bad After All

If they keep writing verse like this maybe I'll turn this space into a smutty poetry blog.

It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;

And so on...

In other news, a lot of people are wondering how JP Morgan & Chase's acquisition (too dignified a word for the occasion) of Bear Stearns will affect my tourney bracket this year. Alas, I won't be sharing any specifics, except to say that when I factor the credit debacle into my bracketology Davidson beats Gonzaga. Now I must be off to stuff my mattress with gold krugerrands. So to speak.