Maybe it was because St. Patrick’s Day was on Tuesday, and everyone in the country spent Wednesday hungover. Or perhaps it was due to the national shock of watching the sitting President of the United States fill out a bracket on a live web feed. But for whatever reason, it seemed that March Madness this year got off to a slower start than in years past. Or maybe it was just that I did, after three years of planting myself in an outdoor sports bar at 10am on a Thursday morning (one of the decided fringe benefits of having a working writer’s schedule).
I took a lot of hits today. When I looked at my bracket ex post facto it seemed to suggest that I picked far more upsets on Day 2 (conjecturally feasible though they might have been) than on Day 1. This upholds a logic I find personally depressing. Despite its reputation for wild finishes and legendary upsets, the NCAA Tournament usually holds true to form.
But tonight, in the best round of the evening, the impossible—or really just the wonderful—managed to happen. And it proved this is the best weekend of the year. With four games to go and our brackets already disasters, my buddy Finneus and I made a casual side wager on Ohio State-Siena. It was a classic 8-9 match-up. He had Ohio State; I had Siena. For the first twenty minutes I had never seen a sloppier, more hilariously entertaining game of basketball in my life. It was like the Apple Dumplng Game, The Harlem Globetrotters, The Bad News Bears and the Flint Tropics all joined forces and split themselves in two. Layups rolled off the iron, dunks flew backwards, were stuffed back and denied. Jump shots clanked wide and copious passes were stolen. I told Finneus, I want a DVD of this game to watch stoned forever.
But then it got good. All we were playing for was five dollars and the glory of having a side to cheer on. Our joy spread across the bar, and it seemed everyone had chosen Siena or Ohio State, for no apparent damn reason. The bartender gave us fresh rounds on the house with each dramatic basket, as the game wore on through a tense final 2, to a last minute 3-pointer by Ronald Moore, to OVERTIME… All the while the camera focused on the wheelchair-bound father of Siena star player Kenny Hasbrouck, as Siena missed jumper after jumper… And then another huge 3 by Moore when defeat was all but certain. And then DOUBLE OVERTIME! When it was all over Siena had the victory and a date with Louisville, who will steamroll them so badly they’ll feel like they’ve been sodomized. But tonight they’re victors. Tonight, Ronald Moore is a hometown sensation in Consoshocken, PA. Tonight, Ryan Rossiter, #22, the snow white, gangly, buck-toothed center we called Chess Team, is getting laid.
And it’s glorious. And it’s the Reason We Watch. So tomorrow I’ll cheer on my Tarheels against LSU and the drama will begin again. But tonight I picked Siena. D’yall hear that? I’m a champion. I picked fucking Siena…
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