Underachievers and slackers alike bemoan March Madness, version 2006.
For those who have never really amounted to much, the NCAA “dance” allows them to feel like an athlete for 3 weeks without the slightest of efforts. It’s their chance to shine, but not sweat. It’s that month of glory that enables geeks to say, ‘I too can read a sports page and act like I know sports and put a bracket together.”
With the right guesses and ample bottles of beer in the fridge, millions of has-beens can once again feel like a winner without ever having to heed the urge to aim higher, run faster, or go further; all these weekend warriors need is just a little luck (much like the George Mason Patriots). The only irony here is that the little team that could (the George Mason Patriots) has wiped out virtually everybody’s brackets, and now, for all those couch potatoes who dreamt that their bracket choices could turn them into the “3-6-Mafia” of March Madness, instead finds themselves in the shoes of Dolly Parton- a shoo-in as a winner, yet nothing to show for it!
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