All loyal Yankee fans should be concerned that my two uncles have infiltrated Brian Cashman’s office and are, I can only assume, inserting themselves into the opening day line-up. “Now batting for the Yankees in the clean-up spot, TOMMY TUUUURNBULL!!!”
It’s probably not all bad though. I’m fairly certain Uncle Tom has a small strike zone.
No, not St. Patrick’s Day (although obviously also awesome), but the real start of NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament (play-in games do not count because no one can figure out how they are set). Editor’s Note: And why are they always in Dayton?
There is probably some mathematical skill to calculate how often the Tournament starts on St. Patty’s Day (perhaps the editor has those skills). Editor’s Note: I do not. But it’s safe to say that productivity around the world has slowed while the office pools are selected to pick the Final Four and ultimate Champion.
Two play-in games down, two to go until the official beginning of March Madness. I’m seriously jumping out of my skin. Tomorrow and Friday will be the two greatest days of the year, when the world is overwhelmed by college basketball from every corner. I mean, people have literally combusted on the spot at the sheer thought of it. Ok, that’s an exaggeration. Rein it in, Kelly Ann.
Last week I headed to NYC and New Haven for some great college bball games. My dad and I saw the first day of Big East conference tournament play – watching the future champs UConn wipe out DePaul, Rutgers top Seton Hall in overtime, USF beat ‘Nova on a last second shot and Marquette trounce Providence (which later led to the demise of Keno Davis at PC; word of the day: demise).
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