Dear Diary: I went the Elite 8 game in DC and when I was shown on the Jumbotron there were loud boos from many in the crowd. I am so indignant that I am almost beside myself with rage. Curious expression is it not? "Beside yourself", I mean. When I am beside myself, my indignation quickly turns to admiration as I find myself next to a brilliant, handsome, witty man. Where was I? Oh, yes the booing. Who are these scum upon whom I have lavished, Obamacare, foodstamps and the threat of war from a tinpot dictator whom we could wipe out faster than I can say Jung-un. There can be only Un. That's funny, though I say so myself and I do. But enough about me.