By now, everyone has had three days to pour over brackets, read about which team is a bracket buster, overrated, underrated and the best team since John Wooden's UCLA teams of the 1960s and 70s.
The money has been placed and hope springs eternal. Around noon, the games start and suddenly, Siena men's basketball matters. Personally, I couldn't spot Michael Beasley if he ran into my condo on fire shouting, "I'm Michael Beasley, please stop me from being on fire." Yet, today, I care about his Kansas State team. (Note: He's the only college basketball player I can name... or that I can think of right now. My apologies to Mr. Beasley and his family if he was offended by his reference.)
Maybe I'm having these romantic feelings for the NCAA tournament because today, for the first time in three years, my Thursday of watching the tournament is not interrupted by having to spend the afternoon and evening at the Schottenstein Center watching lay ups, jump shots, passes and more lay ups.
Today, I'm proud to be an American who can afford to ditch work, spend the afternoon drinking beer and watching basketball on numerous high-definition TV screens at a sports bar named after a former Heisman Trophy winner. For those of you able to join me, welcome. Those of you who have to remain at work, I feel your pain. I've been there. You will be with me in spirit.
For me, it's time to call a time out from real life and enjoy basketball. Chris, you may do the honors.
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