If you ask me, it would’ve been funnier if they’d left off the ‘a’ along with that last ‘i.’

West Virginia may have won the National Invitation Tournament, but the Mountaineers’ commemorative T-shirts are less than championship material.

They contain a misspelling.

The “West Virginia” printed on the shirts players wore after winning the NIT title with a 78-73 victory over Clemson on Thursday night is missing the last “i” in “Virginia.”

West Virginia coach John Beilein also could not be reached for comment.

First, I’m a little shocked that a mispelling like this is a national news story. This story, although on Sports Illustrated.com, had a direct link from CNN’s webpage. It must’ve been a slow news day, but I’m digressing here.

What was anyone expecting Beilein’s comment on the situation to be? “Wel, hear ova’ in Wes’ Vahginyia, ain’t nun of us think dat spelin’ uz ahl it dun be krakd up as.”

Okay, not Hell’s Club … Sam’s Club.

Wednesday, we were out of tuna at the Indy, so, since I was unfortunate enough to show up first, Gary gave me $20, his Sam’s business membership card, and sent me on my way. I guess I don’t (overly) mind it. Wait, no, yes I do - Sam’s Club is fucking evil. Here are my very specific complaints:

1. I realize that Sam’s Club is geared towards those yuppie assholes who want to fill their shopping carts with two dozen ten-gallon boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios, but would it be that much to ask for an “express” checkout lane? For Christ’s sake, I had two giant cans of Tuna.

2. If I can’t leave the store until you’ve made some stupid mark on the receipt, would you mind not making so much damn small talk? I mean, I realize I’ve only got two giant cans of tuna, but I don’t see what the point is with someone who has a cart full of stuff. Like you can even tell if everything in the cart is on the receipt.

3. WHO THE EFF BUILDS A STORE WITH A PARKING LOT TRAPPED BY THE DAMN LIGHT RAIL?!?!?! The parking lot entry and egress is really very fucked up and difficult and I WANT TO RIP MY HAIR OUT frustrating.

I. Hate. Sam’s. Club.

(And, believe it or not, my hatred for Sam’s Club has nothing to do with its Walmart ownership).

(I freely admit I might at some point change my mind about Sam’s Club, but I won’t be doing it today).