Liz, Bill and Knott sandbagged by the Grey Lady

OK, so the three supergeniuses who picked all of the Final Four teams correctly wake up this morning feeling pretty good about themselves. Leaping Liz Ramblin' Rambeau, Billy Bob Limey-pants Lafcadio O'Hearn, and Chris "Stud among horses, man among mice" Knott wander down to their respective breakfast tables for a quick bite and a glance at the front page of the New York Times, when their eyes, disbelieving, fall on this piece of journalistic crap:

SO YOU PICKED THE FINAL FOUR? JOIN THE CLUB

Well, bite me, New York Times. Here's the link.


I shouldn't have to put up with this. I'm not going to win the pool, for once in my stinking life I picked all the Final Four teams, and now I have the NYT mocking me. The NYT!!! They wouldn't know sports if sports bit them in the underwear, and now they have the temerity to mock me? (I mean, of course, us.)

Sheesh, I may have to reconsider my subscription. First, no comics, now this. What's up, Sulzberger?

C