143-9


i guess that's what i get. 143-9! the combined records of the four one seeds that will play in the final four tonight is 143-9. no drake. no butler. no gonzaga. even no davidson (although, listen. stephen curry won me over, too.). there aren't any "cinderella" stories to speak of, thank god. it's been funny and fun listening to espn drum up human interest stories and fictional conflicts between roy williams and the school he left behind to take the place of having an underdog to pimp. what we have today is simple. it's the best final four. ever. never have all the number one seeds made it to the final four. never until today. and where will i be? the freakin' store.

now, i am not asking you to cry for me, argentina. i am just bothered with myself. after intentionally scheduling my last two weeks with an eye towards maximum ncaa tourney watching, i posted this week's hours for all to see when something else must have been forefront in my mind. how else could this have happened? granted, i post my schedules eleven days out, so the sweet sixteen had yet to be played. i didn't know at the time that i was putting myself in danger of missing the five, best hours of basketball this college season (maybe any college season) would have to offer. maybe, subconsciously, i figured a davidson or louisville was going to crash the party anyway, therefore lessening the potential excitement, but i should have known. i should have known.

that's the way it goes i guess. i really can't complain. i have been able to watch more ball this year than ever. what's the big deal about missing tonight's games and the championship (due to softball)? really? not much in the grand scheme of things. but we don't live in the grand scheme of things, do we? we live in the day to day and we are very lucky if we can spare even a few minutes to think about "what is to come". and most days, that's ok.

today? i'll be a little raw that my wishes, as they relate to college basketball, came true and i won't be able to give the wish-granted my undivided attention. but by the time my head hits the pillow tonight, all will be right with the world again and i'll start hyping something else up in my head. something to get me out of bed the next morning with anticipation and excitement. something silly in the grand scheme of things.

but we don't live in the grand scheme of things, do we?