We got f***ed

There's really no other way to say it. I hate to sound like a whiny Seahawks fan -- which, athough I'm from Seattle, I'm not -- but the officiating tonight was absolutely horrendous.

The calls were really awful all night but lets just cut to the chase because I have just enough patience to prevent myself from ripping the screen off my laptop. There's somewhere around 45 seconds left, tie game, and a PSU player with some of the worst hair I've seen -- this guy was more done up than Sandra Dee in the closing scene of Grease --is driving to the basket and Jordo Hasquet just absolutely stands him up. The block was cleaner than a dentist's office and the refs wait to see who gets the the ball; the Griz grab it and a whistle is blown shortly after. Foul on the Griz. Shocking!

David Beckham Paul Hafford knocks down his foul shots and the Vikings are up by two. The Griz's last possession was not great. Drew put up a pretty ugly and desperate hook with about 6 seconds left. It rimmed out to Ellis about halfway between the basket and the arc. He tossed up a last second shot and that missed. Then pandemonium broke lose.

I swear to God, the Vikings just acted like they just beat Duke to go to the goddamn Sweet 16. I'm surprised assistant coach Bucktooth Blush didn't grab a fucking ladder from the storage closet and start cutting down the nets. Players and coaches alike tried to taunt fans as they made they way to the locker room, where they bounced around, apparently looking for a crate of Cristal champagne.

What happened to acting like you've won before? The little respect I had for this program was completely erased tonight.