Posted on
March 19, 2009 by
bryan
I have to admit something to you. March Madness isn’t what it once used to be for me. I know, I know…I’m sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
You see, when I was in college, few things were more important to me than college hoops. In fact, I remember getting a copy of the USA Today early in the 96-97 school year solely because they had printed a schedule of every game that would be on television during the upcoming season. I remember cutting it out of the paper and tacking it onto the frame of my lofted bed, then copying all the games down into a notebook just so I could have a second, more portable, copy. (and I claimed to never have time for homework. yeah, right.)
Of course, while I was involved in this monumental waste of time, my roommate Matt happened to see that I was up to something and asked me what I was up to. “Ummm…making a second copy of the college basketball TV schedule,” I said, trying to make it sound like thousands of other students across the country were doing the exact same, completely normal, thing. “What the heck are you doing that for?” he asked. I had no good answer. “Have you even read your Bible today,” he asked me piously. (Okay, maybe it wasn’t piously, but it felt like it at the time). “Ummm…No, not really,” I said as I put the notebook away. Pious or not, he had a point.
My love for College Basketball and the tournament was still going strong almost 5 years later. It was the first day of the Tournament in March 2001 and life as a college student was in the rear view mirror. Like much of the American workforce, Matt and I were stuck at our desks, staring at the CBS Sports online scoreboard. Streaming video of the games was nothing more than a pipe dream at that point, but CBS was at least streaming audio of the games online. Unfortunately for Matt, his company’s web filters had blocked the audio. Fortunately for Matt, they couldn’t block me. For 90 minutes I sat at my desk – earbud in my left ear, phone stuck to my right ear, giving Matt hushed play by play of all the close finishes. Gus Johnson would have been proud.
By 2004 I was still into college hoops, but the passion was starting to wane. Matt and I each took a half day off on the opening Thursday of the tournament and met at a local sports restaurant where we parked ourselves in a booth for 5 solid hours. It was a great time; onion rings in one hand and a pair of highlighters in the other. Honestly though, it was just as much about the hang as it was about the basketball. I don’t remember how many upsets I nailed that day, I just remember having a great time with a good friend.
This year? I’ll keep track of the scores throughout the afternoon, but I won’t be spending any vacation time to watch the games. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not taking a moral stance against the obsessive nature of the tourney or anything. If college hoops is your thing, then this is your Christmas. By all means, enjoy it. Soak it in and revel in it.
And though I’m not as geeked up about it as I used to be, I think I’ll still give Matt a call this afternoon just to see how his brackets are doing. Because if there’s one thing that will never get old to me about sports, it’s the bond they give to friendships that make them that much stronger.
So, good luck in your brackets everyone. (and if you start feeling bad because you’re into your 6th hour of basketball viewing and you haven’t even thought about reading your Bible yet, don’t blame me, blame Matt.)
As for my picks, I’ve got Louisville beating Memphis and Pittsburgh beating UNC in the Final Four, with Pittsburgh beating Louisville to cut down the nets on April 6th. First the Steelers and now the Pitt Panthers? Maybe this is the year of the ‘burgh.
So who you got?
(and yeah, there’s still time until tip-off to join our Yahoo! Picks Group. League ID is 96743 and password is “burnside”. We’ve got 46 folks and counting…winner gets their choice of a PFB T-shirt or a beating.)