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Sunday, March 27, 2011
Well, that didn't work.
Clearly, Coach Bill Self was not aware I was sporting my lucky pigtails this afternoon. Otherwise, I'm sure the outcome of the game would've been vastly different. Oh, well. At least, we will have no scheduling conflict next Saturday when my mom gets married at 5:30 pm. Small favors... sigh.
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Well, at least you tried! (didn't they know you were rockin' your hairdo?!) Here's to a great season with the Jayhawks, though. Still love 'em.
I guess I should have sent them a photo, KJ. Oh well, I still love the Jayhawks, and the camaraderie extravaganza that is post-season in Larryville. You can't shake a stick at that kind of togetherness.
Sorry the party ended before you were ready. Congrats, anyway for a valiant effort. Now you can put away the pigtails till next year, cute as they are!
Marg, thanks. But I think I proved that pigtails should not be worn by anyone over 18, outside of the gym. It's one of those inalienable laws of nature, and I broke it. No wonder the universe fell apart yesterday.
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