You have responsibilities, an early morning ahead, and frankly, you’re not in the mood.
But hes relentlesskeeps asking, keeps nudginguntil finally, you cave.
“Fine, just one beer,” you say.
Then you get to the bar, and that first sip hits your lips.
Its crisp, cold, and suddenly, you lock eyes with your friend.
No words are exchanged, but you both just knowthis isnt ending with one beer.
Tonights about to be a night.
Next thing you know, youre at your local Twerk Tuesday spot.
Not Twerk Thursdaythats when they bring out the A-Team.
No, its Tuesday, which means youre watching the C-Team.
At first, youre questioning every decision that led you here.
“Why are we even watching this?
This is kind of gross.”
But then, as the twerk-off continues, something changes.
A few splits hit the floor, single butt-cheek jiggles become art forms, and suddenly, youre invested.
Youre witnessing something so absurd that it becomes mesmerizing.
And thats exactly what St. Francis vs. Alabama State was.
Its pure, unfiltered madnessthe kind you cant look away from.
St. Francis vs. Alabama State wasnt great basketball in the traditional sense.
It was awesome for all the wrong reasons.
And in March, thats exactly what makes it perfect.
