I know…. it’s here isn’t it? Regular seasons are becoming fleeting memories, drifting out of consciousness, and conference tournaments are stacking up to what I dare say will amount to quite an epic queue’s worth of college basketball showdowns. Then selection Sunday; where seeds are planted for the birth of coming heroes. Who, given the perfect stage, are sure to dazzle and delight in a first round melee of upsets and buzzer beaters. Hopes will flare up faster than the current gas prices only to be dashed against the cliffs of poor rebounding and missed free throws. It will be a time of honor and grace, fear and destiny….
I know it’s taking hold of me when two things happen. First I start writing like the above paragraph and secondly I find myself standing up in the middle of the living room while watching random basketball games I could care less about and realize that my heart is beating at a very abnormal rate and I’ve just yelled at the young man on the court whose college acronym has more letters than I have fingers on my right hand.
The madness is coming and it’s coming fast. So what is one to do? Well, dear readers, I say embrace that which consumes you. Start breaking out the secret bean and spinach dip recipes saved only for this time of year. Restock your face paint supply and overload on cough drops. Start the initiation sequence of pretend coughs and faintness for that sickness you’re sure to develop middle of next week; you’re going to need all of the above. We only get to have this joy once every year and we must take full advantage.
And besides, our madness can’t be that mad can it? Well, at least not nearly as mad as this:
– Rob Melick