Every year after the Superbowl, there's a minor lull in the sports world...at least in my life. I love the Mavs, but the season seems long and sometimes I want to hit the fast forward button to the playoffs. There's the NBA all-star festivities.... but most of the time I'm just stressing because I don't want someone getting hurt doing an unnecessarily extravagant dunk and be out for the season. But then March comes. Brackets are printed across the US.... offices have contests.... they're fundraising events at various places.... friends bet money, families bet chores, roommates threaten dares to the loser and boyfriends and girlfriends bet dates. For example, last year I just so happen to beat Matthew at the bracket challenge and he had to take me to an art museum. His date would've been to walk around Cabela's for hours or go watch a fight at Buffalo Wild Wings or watch an action movie with lots of blood. haha.
March sports world gets a little bit more fun for a few reasons. First off, all the trash talk about your bracket is always fun (even though you picked that team by which mascot would literally beat the other in real life). Cheering for the underdogs, the #8 seeds that stand toe to toe with Duke or UNC- the Cinderella stories that no one predicts. And just the fact that anything can happen- it's anyone's game when the jump ball is tossed... and the team that'd played their best 40 minutes of basketball will live to play on...not the one that had the best 3 point percentage all year....not the one who's on a winning streak..... it's who comes out to play hard and play smart today. I also enjoy watching college sports more than professional simply due to the fact that these are kids, my age, playing for pride and for the love of the game. They're not putting their body on the line and pushing the limits for a contract, or their celebrity girlfriend, or their sponsors.... they're playing for the colors their wearing & their family in the stands.
So whether you filled out your bracket alphabetically or geographically.... let the best man be dancing until April.
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