The wonderful world of Senor Pez
Oops. I guess Winthrop isn’t the next George Mason, upsetting a couple of teams to put together an improbable run through the bracket.
And the lack of upsets at Day 1 is concerning. That means my bracket is totally going to implode today, doesn’t it?
It was a calculated bet. This isn’t the MSU of years past, where talent was everywhere, Tom Izzo would sit on the sideline happily eating a pasty from Iron Mountain, and he’d occassionally have to stomp his feet at a terrible call made by Ed Hightower. This was an MSU team that seemed incredibly streaky, both crushing and being crushed by Iowa (seriously… Iowa) in the same Big Ten season, and having an uninspired performance down the stretch of their Big Ten tournament loss to Wisconsin.
Streaky teams are hard to bet on in the tournament. If they’re hot, they win. If they’re not, they’re home.
Meanwhile, I figured Temple could at least win a game. I mean, they used to be good, right? That’s gotta count for something.
Apparently not. Because this isn’t the Temple that was once led by Darth Cheney. Instead, what I was treated to was an absolutely insipid performance. Defense wasn’t high on Temple’s list of “things to do” today, letting the streaky MSU team find their legs after the first few minutes and absolutly blow the hapless Owls out of the water. MSU had a field day scoring, and Temple didn’t have a chance.
The same could be same about this pick in the brackets. But it’s still early, so I’ve got that going for me.
Hard to believe it’s been three months since I made a “real” post. But I figured I’d dust it off again and again jump into the fray, watching my bracket disintegrate with the same wit and humor that I’ve shown in the past.
Right?
Tourney time could be my favorite sporting event of the year, even if I’ve not had much bracket luck since the Nixon administration. It’s better than the Super Bowl, football national championship, Masters, U.S. (Tennis) Open, FIS World Championships, Indy 500, and Caber Tossing all put together. 64 losers. 1 winner. And stories that last forever.
It’s interesting… I sat down and figured out how many men’s NCAA tournament games I actually went to in my entire college career. The grand total, I think, was 7. 3 of those were losses that ended the season. And yet, the majority of the “best” memories I have from Boiler Brass are tied into those 7 games. You would think that with the hundreds of games I was a part of over my career, that something might be able to defeat the relatively small bastion of only 7 games. But it doesn’t.
So here we go again. The “fire” icon has been found. The bracket is set. CBS thinks that I live in Nome, Alaska so that I can watch any game on the computer. It’s game time, baby. Let’s rock.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love you, tomorrow. You’re only a day away.
Tonight doesn’t count.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it’s emo. But I’ve been hooked the groove for a while. As a matter of fact, pretty much the whole of the 2007 Ministry of Sound discs are pretty good.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to putting on my black eyeliner.
Please don’t suck, please don’t suck, please don’t suck…
Reds pitcher, broadcaster Nuxhall dies at 79
I’m ashamed to admit I don’t have time to expound on this right now. I’ll make time later, but know this: Joe Nuxhall is one of the most important figures in Reds history. He set a high bar not only for players in the city of Cincinnati, but for broadcasters as well.
Full disclosure: I still have the files of MK Theme Music I once used for background music on a website.
You get filler and like it.
http://www.dukesuperbowl.com/
Seriously, how can’t you cheer for Duke after watching this:
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