We don’t get the smooth, dulcet tones of Mac McCausland? Now I might actually watch the game with the sound up. Fucking bullshit.

No alarms. No surprises.

Vegas strenuously objects.

Some things never change.

This defense might kill Jeff Peterson.

First commercial break. We’re not dead yet.

Iowa takes its first lead at 8-7.

You can take Bob Huggins out of Cincinnati, but you can’t take Cincinnati out of Bob Huggins.

The only word that can describe his dribbling is “disoriented”

Tucker looks great, hits bomb from the corner. Iowa goes up 11-9.

I actually feel bad for Cobra, whose collegiate career is starting to eerily match my high school career.

WVU is up by 4 after a basket by The Apostrophe.

I’m not going to lie; I’m more focused on making a transfer bid for Patrick Kluivert on Championship Manager 2004 right now.

A staggering lack of defense, the seventh turnover in nine minutes, a fast-break layup, an 8-point WVU lead.

Oh, and a 3-point play. We’re getting killed.

34-13, as Iowa’s offense goes silent and the defense resembles the worst bullfight in history.

Peterson scores to cut the lead to 19…

Ugh.

The Kentucky guy calling the game called us “frisky”

Still, it’s 41-23.

If I eer needed a spokesman for an advertisement, I would use the guy from the Mega Health Insurance ad. He’s fucking awesome.

There is nothing scarier than the thought of Bob Huggins turned loose on the Vegas Strip.

We’re still down 16, though, and Tucker just stepped out of bounds. It’s the SIXTEENTH IOWA TURNOVER OF THE FIRST HALF. Jesus Christ.

it’s 48-29 West Virginia. I don’t know which is worse: the turnover number or the 48 points conceded.

I can talk to myself without all this typing. Barring a miracle comeback, this is HS signing off.

appreciate being able to come home from work and have some sort of an idea at what happened in the game, at least the 1st half. Your efforts do not go unrecognized HS, this guy says gracias.

Gracias.

Remember, Our Todd is an awesome Todd

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