I don't like basketball.
The first time I watched a basketball game (live or otherwise, I'm pretty sure) from start to finish was in college, watching my dear friend Cass play for CLU.
But, oh. Oh, do I love March Madness.
I love March Madness because filling out brackets is a hilarious game of chance, during which I am just as likely to pick the winning team as someone whose job it is to analyze basketball. [Maybe a post to come later about the fact that there are people who get paid to analyze basketball? America.] And when I watch those kids (for they are so young!) standing at the free-throw line, all I can think about is that they are somebody's roommate and lab partner and other collegiate things. They're just somebody else's Cass. And so when I watch Selection Sunday, and I see them all sitting in their logo shirts and matching khakis, waiting with bated breath to hear their school announced as one of the lucky 68...it just makes my day. Those kids are genuinely thrilled to be a part of this tournament. And I, through infinitely less effort and talent, get to be a part of it with them.
For who knows what reason, I am a Duke basketball fan. [I now happen to have a best friend attending grad school there.] Last year, I chose Duke to win the championship, which they did, which allowed me to dom all my really serious basketball fan friends in our pool, because they all had Kansas winning, and they got upset in like the 3rd round or something embarrassing. So, of course, this year, I'm hoping for a repeat, though I'm not in a pool with those boys. They were probably afraid I'd school them all. Again. :)
I have six brackets on the table, but this is the one I actually hope comes true:
The tournament officially begins tomorrow (I mean, unless you count the new "First Four" that played today and yesterday. But you should not.) at 9am PST, and you can bet that I will spend my next few weeks paying even less attention in class. I am also lucky enough to be attending the West region's Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight in Anaheim next week!
Fight, Blue Devils! Fight!
The first time I watched a basketball game (live or otherwise, I'm pretty sure) from start to finish was in college, watching my dear friend Cass play for CLU.
But, oh. Oh, do I love March Madness.
I love March Madness because filling out brackets is a hilarious game of chance, during which I am just as likely to pick the winning team as someone whose job it is to analyze basketball. [Maybe a post to come later about the fact that there are people who get paid to analyze basketball? America.] And when I watch those kids (for they are so young!) standing at the free-throw line, all I can think about is that they are somebody's roommate and lab partner and other collegiate things. They're just somebody else's Cass. And so when I watch Selection Sunday, and I see them all sitting in their logo shirts and matching khakis, waiting with bated breath to hear their school announced as one of the lucky 68...it just makes my day. Those kids are genuinely thrilled to be a part of this tournament. And I, through infinitely less effort and talent, get to be a part of it with them.
For who knows what reason, I am a Duke basketball fan. [I now happen to have a best friend attending grad school there.] Last year, I chose Duke to win the championship, which they did, which allowed me to dom all my really serious basketball fan friends in our pool, because they all had Kansas winning, and they got upset in like the 3rd round or something embarrassing. So, of course, this year, I'm hoping for a repeat, though I'm not in a pool with those boys. They were probably afraid I'd school them all. Again. :)
I have six brackets on the table, but this is the one I actually hope comes true:
Fight, Blue Devils! Fight!