NCAA Tournament
Wouldn't it be great if March Madness was an acceptable defense for a crime that you've committed? Say I punch the crap out of the person who walks in front of me while I'm looking at something at a store.
And when I stand before the judge, the judge asks, "Why'd you do it?"
"Because," I'd say, "I was looking at basketball on the TV at the store, and they got in my way. March Madness, your honor."
"Not Guilty!" He'd yell. And then we'd dance.
One time, a couple of years ago, on the Thursday or the Friday they were playing the first round games in the round of 64, there were roughly a hundred people in the lounge of the University Center at MTSU, watching a particularly lively game. It was early afternoon. I was in a corner of the room, just checking score before I headed off to my Mass Media Law class. In the middle of the game, this lady just saunters in to the room, walks right up to the big screen, and changes the channel from the CBS coverage to another channel with a soap opera on.
It's like she'd never noticed at all the hundred or so people sitting on the chairs, on the floor and standing all around watching intently the action on the screen. All that mattered was that Days of Our Lives was coming. There was a nasty uproar among those wanting to watch the game, and the channel was quickly turned back.
And then there came an even nastier uproar from the one girl wanting to watch Days of Our Lives. I was impressed by her chutzpah, as she told all those of us watching the basketball to go upstairs to the gameroom to watch the basketball.
And then she turned to turn the channel back!
She was stopped, and escorted out by another girl. But as she was leaving, I heard her exclaim, with all the Raven-Simone Dr. Doolittle No-Cellphone-asking indignation that they were just stupid basketball games, and what did everybody care about them for?
I'm not even a big basketball fan anymore. But in these weeks leading up to baseball season, the pickings are a bit slim. So I'm wathing the proceedings with interest.
A last bit of March Madness....
Last year, it was really early in the baseball season. It may have even been the first homestand of the young season for the Nashville Sounds, the Triple A affiliate of the Pittsburgh Pirates. I'd gotten off early from work that day, and I'd thought about heading up to Nashville to watch my first game of that season. But it had rained some, and there were forecasts for more in the evening. And the finals of the NCAA tournament were on that night. So I changed my mind, and decided to stay in and watch that championship game.
That night, John Wasdin of the Sounds pitched a perfect game.
Yeah. Even though it was early April, I had me quite a bout of some March Madness that night. Stupid basketball.
I guess that's my point. As fun as this basketball stuff is, we should never succumb so totally to the March Madness, so as to lose sight of our priorities.
Wouldn't it be great if March Madness was an acceptable defense for a crime that you've committed? Say I punch the crap out of the person who walks in front of me while I'm looking at something at a store.
And when I stand before the judge, the judge asks, "Why'd you do it?"
"Because," I'd say, "I was looking at basketball on the TV at the store, and they got in my way. March Madness, your honor."
"Not Guilty!" He'd yell. And then we'd dance.
One time, a couple of years ago, on the Thursday or the Friday they were playing the first round games in the round of 64, there were roughly a hundred people in the lounge of the University Center at MTSU, watching a particularly lively game. It was early afternoon. I was in a corner of the room, just checking score before I headed off to my Mass Media Law class. In the middle of the game, this lady just saunters in to the room, walks right up to the big screen, and changes the channel from the CBS coverage to another channel with a soap opera on.
It's like she'd never noticed at all the hundred or so people sitting on the chairs, on the floor and standing all around watching intently the action on the screen. All that mattered was that Days of Our Lives was coming. There was a nasty uproar among those wanting to watch the game, and the channel was quickly turned back.
And then there came an even nastier uproar from the one girl wanting to watch Days of Our Lives. I was impressed by her chutzpah, as she told all those of us watching the basketball to go upstairs to the gameroom to watch the basketball.
And then she turned to turn the channel back!
She was stopped, and escorted out by another girl. But as she was leaving, I heard her exclaim, with all the Raven-Simone Dr. Doolittle No-Cellphone-asking indignation that they were just stupid basketball games, and what did everybody care about them for?
I'm not even a big basketball fan anymore. But in these weeks leading up to baseball season, the pickings are a bit slim. So I'm wathing the proceedings with interest.
A last bit of March Madness....
Last year, it was really early in the baseball season. It may have even been the first homestand of the young season for the Nashville Sounds, the Triple A affiliate of the Pittsburgh Pirates. I'd gotten off early from work that day, and I'd thought about heading up to Nashville to watch my first game of that season. But it had rained some, and there were forecasts for more in the evening. And the finals of the NCAA tournament were on that night. So I changed my mind, and decided to stay in and watch that championship game.
That night, John Wasdin of the Sounds pitched a perfect game.
Yeah. Even though it was early April, I had me quite a bout of some March Madness that night. Stupid basketball.
I guess that's my point. As fun as this basketball stuff is, we should never succumb so totally to the March Madness, so as to lose sight of our priorities.
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