It Begins! The Maddness Begins!

I was going to write about this subject two days ago, but the breaking news of Sid the Kid's return pushed this back a tad.

March Maddness has begun! The third month of the year ushers in the NCAA's sixty-eight team basketball tournament & for a three week period, everyone's a college B-Ball fan. Brackets get filled out by experts & idoits alike with their chances being close to equal. Every office building, dormatory, high school, & prison has that one person who relishes this day. They're the one's who print out the brackets, collect the money, & beg all their coworkers to place their ten dollars in the pot. That's the beautiful part of March Maddness; anyone can win. My father said a secretary in his building won one year by picking what team came first in alphabet. I lost in my senior year of high school to a girl who picked the matchups based on the more appealing color scheme. It's nuts! Gloriously nuts!

Have yins filled out your brackets? Who do yins have winning it all?

Past & Present Obsessions

This is a stretch. A big stretch. Like doing a complete split at first-base to snag the third-baseman's horrible throw.

Present - NASCAR

Past - The Gilmore Girls

I loved that show. Like clockwork, I would turn on ABC Family at five o'clock and dive into my softer side for an hour. It became such a routine that my dogs would get exicted when the theme song played as they knew it was time for dinner. Luke was my favorite character followed closely by Richard & Jackson. My hatred for Paris still burns my heart. I felt the writers ruined Lorelia's character towards the end & Rory's best boyfriend was Jess. Hell, my first day of spring break was spent with a friend watching our favorite episodes on her complete DVD collection.

How does NASCAR relate to a episodic click-flick? My mind feels like a blown engine coughing up oil and smoke onto the track just thinking about connections. I don't know . . . maybe the fast-paced dialogue of Lorelia & Rory matches the near 200mph speeds the drivers reach? The natural drama of a sporting event coincides with the drama of family & relationships? Both make me laugh. Both entertain me. Maybe they're a package deal? Each one speaks to two separate sides of my idiotic brain, hence making me a well-rounded individual.

Naw!

He's Baaaaaaccckkk!

This post will be short, simple, sweet, & might make the already stout Pittsburgh Penguins even better (which is saying a SHIT ton because they've won nine straight & are catching the powerhouse New York Rangers for the #1 seed in the Eastern Conference).

This guy . . .

From Nova Scotia . . . number #87 . . . SIDNEY CROSBY IS BACK!!!!!!! He'll play Thursday against the formerly mentioned Rangers on Thursday. This is he's second comeback this year and hopefully the last in a long while. Please, Hockey Gods, please.

Fantasy Sports

There is nothing more staisfying for a diehard, hardcore sports fan than to mock run their own team. This is the niche for fantasy sports of every kind. Football is the undisputed champion of fantasy playership, but baseball is also extremely popular. Me, I play everything. My favorites are hockey and baseball and I'd like to think I do well (won five championships, but who's bragging? Go on, don't act like you're not impressed). But for how much joy and vindication fantasy sports can provide, it also serves humble pie and crow by the metric-ton. For example, my basketball team this year. I have a wonderful blend of veterns and young guns. Their stats last year made me confident that I'd corner the market on assits and rebounds . . . but I completely suck. This team completely sucks. No matter what waiver wire pickup I make or roster changes I perform, I cannot win this year. I'm currently sixth out of eight teams. And that's why I play, too assure myself that I don't know as much as I think. Do you guys have moments like that?

Basketball

I wish more channels played the NHL. I am sitting here watching the Chicago Bulls play the Orlando Magic and for the first time in a while, I am bored watching a professional game. I really wish these guys would transform into hockey players or gladiators or something other than basketball players. Does this though make me a racist? Or does that one? Or this one? Damn. I don't think I'm a fan of basketball . . . you?