I think I want to kill my sister. Who sent me a very nice email last night telling me to save the date Saturday May 23rd because she's getting married. I bought my final four tickets LAST MONTH. I now have a very upset teenager because we're going to miss the men and women's semi finals. If I didn't care about becoming a family black sheep, which I do, I'd tell her that I'm not going to be there because it's a bleeping holiday weekend and I already made plans. Where's the Tylenol?