I gambled by watching the game within earshot of the better half and lost. My F-laced outbursts both good (Poole) and bad (Mo chin foul, MAAR missed lay up) brought my lovely but non-sports understanding wife of 8 years to startled tears, soon followed by a blubbering "You have to hold yourself to a higher standard of comportment" lecture. She wasn't wrong. I was pretty bad. It felt so good. I'm still smiling. Jordan Poole. Texted a buddy and he informed me he too was in hot water with his wife! Good times.
Lesson: If you marry someone whose college sports passion is less than 10% of yours, watch the game in the same zip code at your own peril.
Anyone else earn spousal heat tonight over some short term turrets?