Monday
Mar192007
Signs of the season
Monday, March 19, 2007 at 10:16AM
My friend told me a story about her weekend in Chicago. It involved lots of drinking and crowds of drunk people and being stuck at a bar until that place in time when you're not sure if it's yet considered morning or if it's still the night before. Since the bars in big cities stay open until 5am, there's really no such thing as time after a certain point. Also it involved falling asleep on a pile of coats until a bouncer informed her that this isn't a hotel and she'll have to take her slumber somewhere else. At which point she finally convinced her ride to leave.
Basically this is my idea of a nightmare. Crowds, drunks, fatigue, late night/early morning hours, being at the mercy of someone else's decision to leave. I, personally, was more than content to spend my St. Patrick's Day trying a sip of Brad's green beer at Applebee's then helping him study for a test and watching two episodes of Sopranos with a big bowl of microwave popcorn. I'm an introverted wallflower, nothing wrong with that. But somehow I think Brad would have preferred to find a happy medium somewhere between the lackluster way we spent our evening and the way my friend celebrated. Poor guy.
Of course, the other thing we did was regularly update our ESPN Tournament Challenge brackets. This is the first time I've ever taken any interest in March Madness, but since Brad convinced me to fill out a bracket and join his group, I find myself obsessed with the outcome of games. I still don't give a shit about who's who in college basketball, but it brings me a little joy everytime I get to use the yellow highlighter (yellow means a correct prediction, pink means you suck at this game).
My selection method was very scientific, involving in-depth comparisons of various team mascots, color schemes, logos and website designs. Throughout the first round, my method appeared nearly full-proof as I held fast to second place, and at the end of round two, I'm sitting comfortably in third. No need to mention there are only six people competing in the group. However I should mention, since it may not last much longer, that I am kicking a certain someone's ass. No names necessary. (Love you baby!)
Basically this is my idea of a nightmare. Crowds, drunks, fatigue, late night/early morning hours, being at the mercy of someone else's decision to leave. I, personally, was more than content to spend my St. Patrick's Day trying a sip of Brad's green beer at Applebee's then helping him study for a test and watching two episodes of Sopranos with a big bowl of microwave popcorn. I'm an introverted wallflower, nothing wrong with that. But somehow I think Brad would have preferred to find a happy medium somewhere between the lackluster way we spent our evening and the way my friend celebrated. Poor guy.
Of course, the other thing we did was regularly update our ESPN Tournament Challenge brackets. This is the first time I've ever taken any interest in March Madness, but since Brad convinced me to fill out a bracket and join his group, I find myself obsessed with the outcome of games. I still don't give a shit about who's who in college basketball, but it brings me a little joy everytime I get to use the yellow highlighter (yellow means a correct prediction, pink means you suck at this game).
My selection method was very scientific, involving in-depth comparisons of various team mascots, color schemes, logos and website designs. Throughout the first round, my method appeared nearly full-proof as I held fast to second place, and at the end of round two, I'm sitting comfortably in third. No need to mention there are only six people competing in the group. However I should mention, since it may not last much longer, that I am kicking a certain someone's ass. No names necessary. (Love you baby!)
Reader Comments (2)
I did the same thing a couple years back. I had never watched March Madness until I participated in a bracket. I was freakishly obsessed until I was out. It's the fierce competitor in us all!
I think I'm the only male in America that didn't fill out a bracket, and really does not care at all about college basketball. This would all change the second Michigan had a good team though.