Tis the season for basketball lovers. March madness is a time for upsets, buzzer beaters, and all out hustle. My eyes clued to the television while multiple college games are shown. Watching player's dreams come true and others become what could of been. There is a special feeling when every player gives 100 percent. They aren't getting paid billions of dollars, or have 12 Ferraris, all in different colors with rims bigger than my body, but they all have heart and a love for the game.
Basketball pools bring the madness in March to a whole other level. Almost everybody is in one, even though they are illegal. A whole years allowance relies on such risky picks, but the reward is oh so sweet. Yelling at the television. Shoving handfuls of over butterd popcorn down my throat because of the suspense. It's all part of this beautiful culture called college basketball.
Every year there is a Cinderella story. Some no name college players become national superstars. They pick up more and more fans as there miraculous story begins to unfold however, they can totally screw up one's pool multiple times. You never know when you should circle that no name college that just beat the number one seed last game. It brings even more fun to March. A story that these players will tell there children and grandchildren over and over again.
Every game seems to be close to. Flip the channel or fetch a soda and you come back and the team that was down ten just tied it up. The players are making shots they didn't even know they could. Players are dunking from further and further out. After watching the games i can't help but go outside, lower my hoop to a good 8 feet, and mimic their gravity defying dunks. "And the crowd goes wild, Christian Baker dunks over Tyreke Evans to give them a one point lead with time expired" . I could only imagine what it feels like.
Exhaustion isn't an option for these players. Every game could be their last and if you want your season to stay alive you have to give one hundred percent. Round after round each player gets closer and closer to what will be the highlight of most of their lives. College basketball is better than the NBA. The kids would give a limb to see their team win. They cry after reaching their goals. Who would ever think a 6 foot 8, 270 pound, tattooed covered big man could shed a tear? Only in March Madness.
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"They aren't getting paid billions of dollars, or have 12 Ferraris, all in different colors with rims bigger than my body, but" if they play hard enough and their team wins, they may end up a lottery pick.
ReplyDeleteMake no mistake, there are plenty of young men in that tourney who are very much playing for their houses and cars and rims and women and fame and plasmas, etc. You're right, though, the NCAA tourney has plenty of kids who will never reach the next level, and those stories are inspiring.