Monday is the National Championship Game in college basketball. Duke (the Blue Devils) will face Wisconsin (the Red Devils, just kidding, they are the Badgers, but a game between two teams called the Devils would be cool). It should be a good game, pitting Duke's trio of Freshmen against Wisconsin's veteran squad of upperclassmen. Two experienced coaches whose teams are fundamentally sound, disciplined, and talented.
Of course, if anybody had been paying attention, they would see neither of these teams were in my Final Four, let alone the championship game, so it would be OK with me if they both lost.
Wisconsin did beat Kentucky, and as a Louisville fan that makes me happy, so Wisconsin would be alright. And, if Duke win, our friend stands to win some money in her office pool, so Duke would be cool, so Duke might be a good choice.
However, having been a North Carolina fan for so long it is difficult to wish anything but evil for Duke. So, that is kind of a tough call.
Since I am a Nebraska fan, and Wisconsin beat them so soundly earlier this year, it is so hard to hope for any success for them.
Being a sports fan can be a difficult, trying, labor of decision, loss, and sacrifice. When the tournament starts a team is chosen, and certain emotional investments are made. It becomes a relationship, you and the team, struggling, battling other teams, corrupt, myopic, referees, and partisan announcers.
Most times the team you have chosen to win, the team you really like, does not win, and you have to choose a secondary team. And, the cycle starts over, often that will lose. It is a roller coaster, hope and joy, and potential followed by crushing, terrible, heart breaking sorrow, and defeat.
Laughter, tears, elation, pain, and soon there is nobody left on the initial "I could live with any of these teams winning" list. You are forced to choose from the lesser of the evils, and sometimes the evils are almost equal.
Then, you are forced to choose between untenable choices, and when the game starts it becomes a painful, tense, torturous exercise in avoidance. It is like watching your parents fight, if you hate both of your parents, and are secretly wishing they would rip each other to pieces, be arrested, and spend the rest of their miserable lives rotting in a gulag, shovels in hand. Well, that might be stretching the metaphor.
So, I will watch the game with difficulty, and a troubled conscience on Monday night, and dream of both coaches digging salt in a Russian mine. Not really, and I always wanted the fights between my parents to end amicably. I will probably root for Duke, my friend always invites me to participate in her company's NCAA pool, and she is my friend that is some powerful magic.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
NCAA Championship, too bad there is not more than one.
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.