March Madness – NCAA Tournament

The NCAA Basketball Tournament begins today and to be honest, it’s the only time I watch College Basketball.  Now I realize the most of you who read my blog are female and couldn’t care less about basketball of any kind, but I’m throwing this out there.  The reason being my favorite writer, Chris Erskine of the L A Times, wrote a very clever, funny article today.  This guy cracks me up!

There’s a method to this March Madness

The NCAA basketball tournament is a crime against insanity — a bizarre, inexplicable, wonderful festivus of longshots, no-shots and saggy underwear. For once in America, hope trumps hype.

March is madness, sure, but it’s also trombones to the back of the head and Hail Mary shots from 40 feet. It’s hicks from French Lick and Chris Webber calling a timeout with nothing in the bank.
March is squeaky sneakers and buzzer-beaters and student sections in need of a good spanking.
Embrace the madness, I say. Take two free throws and call me in the morning.
How about that bracket? As always, the selection committee filled out the 65-team field with several schools they just made up in their heads.
Really, have you ever met a Radford grad? What about Binghamton? I’ve lived 50 grand years, mostly here on Earth, and I have never heard of this Binghamton. Bada-boom, bada-Binghamton.
At least I’ve heard of Robert Morris. I think he was in some musical a long, long time ago, opposite Michele Lee in "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying," a show about corporate cheats (as if that really happens).
That’s Robert Morse, you say? OK, the NCAA stumped the band again.
Next year, I’m creating my own university in hopes of acquiring a first-round bid against Louisville. All you really need to start your own college is a mascot, lots of federal grants and some tired-looking men in tweed.
Suddenly, "Dobson College" will be born. No one will have ever heard of it. When they check out the website, they’ll discover that Dobson is a lovely little campus in South Carolina, home to 700 Bible-thumping scholars.
"Famous grads: Scarlett O’Hara and Gomer Pyle," it’ll say.
It’s more than mere madness, this basketball tourney. Madness was marrying Anne Boleyn. Madness was Anthony Edwards leaving "ER." This tournament . . . it’s way worse than any of that.
The other night, I woke up from a dream in which I was dribbling Dick Vitale’s head. Cornered in a game against Purdue, I ricocheted him off a defender’s knee — I had no choice. His head rolled out of bounds and under the scorer’s table, as he yapped, "Awesome, baby . . . yeah, yeah, awesome!"
The NCAA tournament is worse than crazy, because it’s played mostly by gym rats who, like Vitale, haven’t seen the sun since September. The cheerleaders all have the sniffles and skin like raw chicken. And if history is any guide, God will take the week off.
See, during March Madness, there is no fairness in the world. The best team doesn’t always win. Get used to it. The refs will blow it. They always blow it. By the time the tournament is over, 64 teams will be calling for Senate hearings.
When a call is blown, it’s easy to see why this game was once played in cages (hence the term "cagers"). The young people will become aroused, yelling all sorts of nasty things from the student section, things they didn’t learn at home.
I almost quit college hoops a couple of years ago. Seemed to have lost its values — assuming it had any in the first place. It was coached by men who arrived on campus on the circus train. They were usually named Gene and had acid reflux and suit jackets the texture of parlor rugs. They were clenched men, with trouble expressing their inner feelings. At least till tipoff, when they went off like Krupp howitzers.
Check out the body language of the coaches over the next few days. They begin the game serene, cool, composed. By the end of the first half, it’s as if red ants are crawling up their legs looking for lunch. By the final buzzer, their hair is falling out in clumps.
There are other issues too. Just when you learn the players’ names, they run off to the NBA.

My buddy Paul grumbles, too, that all the schools seem to play the same systems now, any variety in offenses lost to a fog of coaching clinics and too much TV exposure.
"You miss the four-corner offense?" I ask.

"I miss variety," he says.
"Then you shouldn’t have gotten married," I said.
"I’m married?"
Yeah, we’re all mad, and we’re all married and March provides just enough of spring’s allure to see us through to the next crazy week.
So what the heck, Dr. Naismith, pass the Thin Mints and the remote control. I’m using my bracket like a napkin, so it’s not a complete waste. Besides, some Cinderella just Twittered me.
"Don’t underestimate Siena," she says.


Long Run

 Three sled dogs died in the 1,100-mile Iditarod race in Alaska won Wednesday by Lance Mackey.

Before the event, the Wall Street Journal suggested sled dogs were “the planet’s best athletes.”

David Swain, an Old Dominion professor, estimated that a 55 pound mush dog burns 10,000 calories a day during the Iditarod, while a Tour de France rider who weighs three times as much burns only 6,000 calories each day. Amazing!!  But Three dogs died????

Spring begins TOMORROW!!  Have a Wonderful last-day-of-Winter!

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4 Responses to March Madness – NCAA Tournament

  1. .. says:

    YYYAAAYYY!!!! Singing: I’m in love with Spring … and I feeeel fiiine (kinda Beatles … hehehe). But … I’ll cheat on Spring this weekend … hehehe … going skiing for the last time …. this year. LOLAnd one more thing. SOME WOMEN LOOOOOOOOOOOVE BASKETBALL!!! Sometimes we play in our lunch time … ummm, I always lose. I play with the geeks. I am the best … in the geeks squad. LOLTake good care of you and have a wonderful FIRST SPRING DAY!!!! Alex xxx

  2. Ms Noanie says:

    Hey there! Sorry I haven’t been by – issues, issues and more issues. Sounds like you had a great time at the concert. I got tickest to Elton John/Billy Joes on Aug 1 and I’m taking my daughter with me – she’s excited.I don’t get March Madness – sorry, just not a basket ball person. Enjoy it though.Be well Peace

  3. Jude says:

    First football, now basketball, then hockey playoffs and finally baseball….and THEN it begins all over again! ROFLMAOHope you’re doing well, Bob. It’s warming up slowly here…too slowly for my liking, to tell the truth!! lolTake care and talk soon 🙂

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