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I've been sick. Bronchitis or some garbage like that and it sucks. So I've been up late watching more crap than usual (other than the USA taking gold at the World Juniors Championships in Ufa, Russia! Damn! First they smoked the Czechs 7-0 in the quarters. Then Canada 5-1 in the semis. And down go the Swedes 3-1 for the gold! Holy hell! Them boys can skate! John Gibson was a rock in net! USA! USA!! USA!!!).

USA scores again to secure the gold!

So last night, around watching Canada lose to Russia for the WJC bronze medal, I watched ESPN's 30 for 30 documentary Harvard Beats Yale 29-29. It detailed the 1968 game where Harvard came back late and tied Yale and a bunch of smart guys and Eastern elites got a big chubber over it. Was it good? Yes. Very. Did Harvard beat Yale 29-29? No. They TIED Yale 29-29. Not so smart are you Poindexter? It only felt like a loss for Yale because, um, I guess they live in a shittier city or something. You should watch it. But this is the best scene (God I love this):

Wow! How awesome was that? It made my year (granted the year was only 4 days old at the time but something had to take the early lead and this was pretty damn entertaining). Later, when Harvard is scoring 16 points in the last minute of so to tie it, these same Yale jerkoffs are firing off a wee cannon. But one of those wee cannons that shoot off a blank 12-gauge shotgun shell and make one hell of a racket. And they keep shooting, and shooting and Harvard scored and scored again to tie the game. 1968 was a strange time.

And now, here is another clip of some shenanigans from the darts:

Did someone say, "shenanigans?"
Better get my broom!