The Day Where Everything Becomes Good Again

Today, as you might have heard, is Selection Sunday. That means a lot of things. On the one hand it's the end of the year for many teams, including my favorite one, and the end of a great week of basketball. On the other, it's the end of tedious Bubble talk (when most of these teams won't win a game anyway), seeding debates and Who's Hot/Who's Not type nonsense. The field will be set, with only the games to be played. No more debate, no more speculation. Just lots of basketball, lots of madness (get it?! get it?!), very little workplace productivity and one champ.

... Oh, and upsets, ripped brackets, wild scenarios that will win you money, bullshit excuses to take off work, eating gross food, drinking cheap beer, making fun of Billy Packer, lots of this man (thankfully more this year), wondering how Greg Gumbel's head fits on screen, wondering how Seth Davis got his job, sitting in The Spot You Can't Get Out Of on my couch and not getting out of it, relegating all conversations strictly to basketball, putting my laptop on top of the TV and playing the March Madness On Demand in full screen in some kind of sad, pathetic sports bar attempt, explaining this to people that are disgusted by such acts, actually attending the second round games in DC, scheduling my life around the games, wishing I was still in college and probably not writing nearly enough on this blog due to laziness/lack of sobriety/wanting to just enjoy the greatest time of the year celebrating the greatest game in the greatest sporting even known to man.

So, yeah it should be pretty sweet.