...And We're Back!
There was blood in the water, Old Dominion had failed me. The sharks were circling when Georgia Tech and Villanova became first round casualties before they could ever reach the Sweet 16. Then I was saved by the Commodore. Commodore. Commodore...this guy...
Vandy's double overtime thriller invigorated my bracket but the tournament itself received its jumpstart several hours earlier. It was as if somewhere in Indiana Myles Brand rose from his coffin to flip the switch on the second round. On the third day there was action, and it was good.
It all started at the Battle of Ohio, which was fittingly decided next door in Kentucky. It was in Adolph's house of ill-repute that the year-long question could finally find it's answer--How would Thad's youngin's respond when they were pushed to the limit in March?
Apparently they'll push right back.
Great Oden's Raven! Way to keep your composure big guy.
As you probably heard by now the giant Norseman was bailed out by some confounding combination of questionable coaching, free throw chokeration, and a certified dagger courtesy the team's elder statesman, Ron Lewis (the role player for the Buckeyes, not the Southern Baptist Congressman who's probably in to role play). With the pushy old guy fouled out Xavier thought they had another chance in overtime, yet we were cruelly denied our first real upset of the tournament.
But as I soon learned, this was all just the beginning.
Saturday's early action provided a clear indication that the tournament was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately the only direction I was headed was the United terminal in Denver. After the requisite St. Patrick's Day pre-noon beer I had to board that damn plane. Xavier and Ohio State were still in the first half and I had no idea what was in store for me upon landing back in DC.
To be continued...
Vandy's double overtime thriller invigorated my bracket but the tournament itself received its jumpstart several hours earlier. It was as if somewhere in Indiana Myles Brand rose from his coffin to flip the switch on the second round. On the third day there was action, and it was good.
It all started at the Battle of Ohio, which was fittingly decided next door in Kentucky. It was in Adolph's house of ill-repute that the year-long question could finally find it's answer--How would Thad's youngin's respond when they were pushed to the limit in March?
Apparently they'll push right back.
Great Oden's Raven! Way to keep your composure big guy.
As you probably heard by now the giant Norseman was bailed out by some confounding combination of questionable coaching, free throw chokeration, and a certified dagger courtesy the team's elder statesman, Ron Lewis (the role player for the Buckeyes, not the Southern Baptist Congressman who's probably in to role play). With the pushy old guy fouled out Xavier thought they had another chance in overtime, yet we were cruelly denied our first real upset of the tournament.
But as I soon learned, this was all just the beginning.
Saturday's early action provided a clear indication that the tournament was heading in the right direction. Unfortunately the only direction I was headed was the United terminal in Denver. After the requisite St. Patrick's Day pre-noon beer I had to board that damn plane. Xavier and Ohio State were still in the first half and I had no idea what was in store for me upon landing back in DC.
To be continued...
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