let the madness begin
on this, the "boxing day" to college basketball's "christmas day," i can hardly sit still long enough to type. but i'll try.
yesterday was selection sunday. a day which sets the stage for the greatest 3 weeks in sports. from a small boardroom somewhere in indianapolis, a committee toyed with and, ultimately, laid out the fate of 65 teams for this year's ncaa tournament.
as the brackets were unveiled one at a time, there was excitement as teams were officially given their chance to play at least one more, precious game. there was also sorrow as bubbles burst all across the country, sending once-hopeful teams away in dejection. it's a swift, and often cruel presentation. but, the one thing that is always consistent is the feeling that it gives me and my fellow basketball fans...
i have three days to fill out this bracket. three days to mull through visions of last-second heroics and hearts left on the hardwood. three days to pick the victors, the upsets and the cinderellas. but, at the same time, (play-in game excluded) i have to WAIT until thursday morning until these visions, one by one, start to come true and the best 96 hours of the tournament commence. three days and counting.
when i have a job, i take vacation on the first thursday and friday. it's not fair to subject my employer to the distraction and lax effort i, undoubtedly, would put forth. this year, i continue a tradition and fly to vegas to watch rounds 1 and 2 with friends. there is nothing like the crowded sports books crammed with fans from every school imaginable. all vehemently rooting on their teams, a total stranger's team, or an underdog team, that under normal circumstances, they have probably never even heard of. the tournament changes people. it is, quite simply, the most magical time of the year.
and it's here.
yesterday was selection sunday. a day which sets the stage for the greatest 3 weeks in sports. from a small boardroom somewhere in indianapolis, a committee toyed with and, ultimately, laid out the fate of 65 teams for this year's ncaa tournament.
as the brackets were unveiled one at a time, there was excitement as teams were officially given their chance to play at least one more, precious game. there was also sorrow as bubbles burst all across the country, sending once-hopeful teams away in dejection. it's a swift, and often cruel presentation. but, the one thing that is always consistent is the feeling that it gives me and my fellow basketball fans...
i have three days to fill out this bracket. three days to mull through visions of last-second heroics and hearts left on the hardwood. three days to pick the victors, the upsets and the cinderellas. but, at the same time, (play-in game excluded) i have to WAIT until thursday morning until these visions, one by one, start to come true and the best 96 hours of the tournament commence. three days and counting.
when i have a job, i take vacation on the first thursday and friday. it's not fair to subject my employer to the distraction and lax effort i, undoubtedly, would put forth. this year, i continue a tradition and fly to vegas to watch rounds 1 and 2 with friends. there is nothing like the crowded sports books crammed with fans from every school imaginable. all vehemently rooting on their teams, a total stranger's team, or an underdog team, that under normal circumstances, they have probably never even heard of. the tournament changes people. it is, quite simply, the most magical time of the year.
and it's here.
posted by cade at 11:41 AM
5 Comments:
Well spoken, son. Well spoken. I only wish I were able to join you, Dave, and Joolz.
But you can bet your ass I'll be home both Thursday and Friday afternoon!
And answer me this? Why is it that KU is always playing on the Friday evening we have our St. Pat's party?
maybe you should ask yourself this: why is it that you are always having your st. pat's party when ku is playing?
think about that, mr o'wilcox.
i'm sure you do.
You kids are lovely.
I'm so giddy about Thursday and Friday. I plan to spend as much time as possible in Tyrant's office on Thursday as he has satellite television. He went to Stanford. I told him I like the Tree. I'm in, friends, I'm in.
that's awful bold there, joolz. it takes a strong person to up and say that they like that tree. it's like loving that greasy, smelly stray cat that won't leave you alone.
enjoy the satelite though, that's cool.
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