This evening, a handful of buddies and I gathered to get our tux measurements for this one cat's wedding on Jan. 13, eat dinner, and enjoy some fellowship in the form of the Arkansas-Missouri basketball game.

That lasted about as long as UA considered Mike Anderson for the job after they sent Nolan and his tanks away.

We gave up at halftime. There was no point in watching anymore. It was painfully obvious that there was no way the Razorbacks would be able to handle Missouri's pressure or do something equally as difficult – make a shot.

I was quite pleased to see Anderson's crew run roughshod over the Hogs and give a national audience another example of why Stan Heath is a complete in-game buffoon. Good recruiter, sure. But I think, talent equal, I like my chances against him about 8 times out of 10. And I don't even know all that much. But I know the offense is as fluid as a bag of bricks, not many of the guys can create a halfway decent shot for themselves, and the towel boys have to put in overtime after the Hogs guards urinate all over the court when they see a press.

Just for fun, I would probably send a goon in to yank on Steven Hill's hair really hard once. Get a handful of it and throw it into the second row as we take a 25-point lead. That'll get the crowd going.

We didn't see the second half because some of the guys decided that rolling out the Nintendo 64 and playing Mario Kart would be much more entertaining than watching Gary Ervin kick the ball around and Vincent Hunter fling airballs from about 19 inches out. So, this may have happened and I just missed it, but I hope that when ESPN rolled up for an interview, Anderson pulled out a cell phone and left Frank Broyles a voicemail message something along the lines of ...

"Hahahahahah OMGWTFLOL!! HAHAHAH!!!"

Alas, Mike Anderson is far too tactful to do something like that ... but I feel confident Nolan was there to pick up the slack.