The reason I've been incommunicado for the last few days is because it's March Madness time, baby. Since Dann gots the hook-up for all the first and second round games, I took a few days off last week to watch copius amounts of college hoops, monitor my brackets, eat junk food, and play video games.
There's certainly an argument to be made that March Madness is the premeire time of the year for those who follow sports. The Super Bowl is a bigger-overall event, but all too often that game ends up being a blowout and therefore not compelling television. Since the college backetball tournament is spread out over three weekends -- multiplied with the fact that you *always* get some upsets or great overtime games, or a fantastic finish, I think it trumps the last sunday in January on a regular basis.
How are my brackets? Pretty average this year. Each year I do three brackets, with conservative picks, my "normal" picks, and then the "crazy upsets" bracket (where even a Manhattan College can beat a Syracuse University). The field has been pared down from 65 teams to 16, and my brackets, in order, are 10-6. 9-7, and 8-8 -- just a little above average. But that's OK. posted by dwinn at 3:25 PM
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
A Box Full o' My Childhood
Here's the contents of a box of stuff that I brought home from my parents' house this weekend:
1 classic He-Man action figure (without sword, shield, or axe)
1 Green Lantern action figure (Hal Jordan)
2 Lego classic space minifigs
1 Ral Partha "Frost Giant" lead miniature, dated 1977
Happy St. Patrick's Day to y'all. In the past I have been supportive of this holiday, since there's Irish blood in my family.
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Or IS THERE?!?
I'd always thought that my maternal grandmother was Irish, since I thought my mom had said something to that effect, plus her hair was reddish and her last name was Rose. But that was a misunderstanding -- she was German, and my grandfather was French. In clarifying this with my mom, she said that it was actually my Dad's dad who said he had Irish family.
Unfortunately, my grandad also liked to tell a lot of stories. A LOT of stories of unconfirmed truth. So who knows? My ethnic pride could all be based on a sham!
