Sports can be rather enjoyable. For some of us, the
entire season to the exact detail has to be personally witnessed. For others,
we enjoy the final rounds, kinda like the finalists in American Idol.
For the rest of us, we can be rather apathetic
about it, even down to not even wanting to play sports.
I’ve played sports in high school, and I can get
into pretty much any of the major sports (basketball, baseball, and football),
and I still enjoy playing light sports with friends to this day. I have, once
gone off the deep end though, and may have gotten too caught up in it. No
worries, I made it out the other side. I’m talking about the March Madness
Bracket of 2015.
The first time I’d even heard of March Madness
would have to be in high school. My old small school (which is sadly no more),
was HUGE when it came to basketball. By my last year there, we had a JV Boys,
Varsity Boys and Girls, and JV and Varsity Cheerleaders. People would turn out
to pack the house, and the parents of students in this conservative Baptist
school would get ROWDY. Well, pretty rowdy, considering it was a conservative
Baptist school, anyway. I think the Vault went to some of their heads…
Anyway, one of my teachers (who, incidentally, was
also my team’s coach), was going over his bracket in homeroom. I looked at this
confusing hierarchical graph and wondered why in the world the opportunity to
guess an entire basketball competition that starts with a ton of teams would be
presented in a regular newspaper.
I still don’t completely get sports to
this day.
Kinda makes my dad laugh and cry
at the same time.
Well, years later, I decided to participate in this true madness when…
well, I think you’d just better watch this old video I did a couple of months
ago.
So, that’s the story, pretty much in a nutshell.
This post may have been a bit of a cop-out, and quite a bit of shameless
self-promotion, but hey, it’s a life experience, and I’m willing to write about
it.
Take care!
What’s the nuttiest thing you’ve ever done?
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