First Night
Friday, March 21st, 2008 by patrickdonohueWell if you heeded my advice and picked last night’s games based on the seeding then you only missed one game and had the chance at perfection as BYU had a chance to beat Texas A&M late but couldn’t close the deal. I wish I had followed my own words of wisdom but didn’t and am sitting at a distance third in the Bracket Challenge after the MAC Champion Kent State Golden Flashes got destroyed by UNLV in a game that was never even close.
Leading the way right now are Brock Welch and Travis Bonnett who picked all 16 games yesterday. Congrats to them for the time being.
After how smoothly things went yesterday with 15 of the 16 games played going to the top seeded teams, one would have to assume that today will be total chaos. That’s just the way the tournament works people, one day you’re bragging to your friends about only missing a single game on the first day and the next day, you’re staring at your bracket dumbfounded as your three of your elite eight picks evaporate in a flurry of upsets.
Good luck today and may God be with your brackets.






Until Kristy Lee Cook goes home, she has to be the favorite to leave every week because she’s simply not a good singer. She almost completely butchered You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away. More bizarre to me than her horrific singing was her banter with the judges afterward, particularly one moment where she pointed at Simon and proclaimed “I can blow your socks off and you know it!” It was as if Kristy Lee Cook had got tired of hearing she had no personality and decided to sass it up a bit. Kristy, too little, too late.
You know when you give a friend some well-intended advice and they take it way too seriously and end up making things worse? That’s what happened when the judges told Kristy Lee Cook that she’d be better off in the competition accenting her country roots. Cook’s yee-haw, knee-slapping version of The Beatles’ Eight Days a Week was a hot mess and hopefully will be enough to send Cook back to Oregon this week.
I don’t know which was more depressing and boring, Ramiele’s day job as a soy sauce slinger (borrowing a phrase from the unspeakably lame David Cook) or her rendition of “In My Life.” Two weeks in a row the pint-sized Malubay has been accused of holding back by the judges and if she phones it in next week, she will soon find herself filling little cups of soy sauce again.






