So there I was sitting down with a nice glass of Sancere watching Gonzaga ruin The Champ's bracket on Thursday night when I spotted a black insignia sewn to the jerseys being worn by the St. John's Red Storm. "Oh," I said, "someone must have died, and they are honoring him/her." Upon closer inspection it was this:
ET is dead? ET is DEAD! Elliot must have been inconsolable on hearing the news of his passing. I wonder if that means the flower is dead, too? Ah, ET, we hardly knew ye. Rest in peace, my alien friend. Poor one out for your dead space homey tonight.
E.T.: The Extra Terestrial, 1981 - 2011
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