It is of little consequence to me that I am considered a "less hot sports blogger" (by a 2-1 margin!) than the randomly chosen guy who has a Caeser haircut and looks like F-Train (hard to compete with those baby blues!).
My self-esteem remains intact despite being hung up like a mug shot of beef for widespread oogling by Internet lassies.
But a 13 seed?
That's fucking ridiculous.
Ladies… is holding this Hot Sports Blogger Contest. I'm getting my ass waxed by psuedo-Train, but I have not yet begun to fight! Here's the bracket. I'm toward the bottom. Ballot stuffing is allowed and encouraged. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's the only reason I'm losing. By a 2-1 margin.