Okay, maybe not for my San Diego co-bloggers, who do not love the Madness, especially this year, I'm guessing, after their Aztecs of SDSU went down in the first round.
And actually, I'm a UConn fan, and our poor Connecticut Huskies just sucked the life out of themselves this year. Whatever that means.
But regardless, it's such a pure and true tournament. 64 teams to 32 to 16 to 8 to . . . you get the idea. You lose? You're out. You win? You're in. Say no more.
No wait! Do say more! Tell us what you think. And if you hate march madness, my glorious and beautific co-bloggers, as much as I think you do, then just tell us a tale of madness in general.
I love it. It *is* my favorite sports time of the year. Well, I really love the World Series too, but that's so distantly in the future -- baseball season hasn't even started yet -- so this is it, for me.
I love that the boys play the hoops so hard and they're all just throwing it out there and there are moments of athletic genius, but mostly? I love the upsets. I was rooting so hard for
Oh, and one more. The Racers from Murray State. I do not know what The Racers are, and I refuse to look it up. I just know this: How can you not root for a team called the Racers?
Oh Jacquie, you know I have no earthly. To me it's all dribble, dribble, drivel.
I am betting, however, that Pat and Central PA will leave nice long comments this weekend.