Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Daily Pooch Punt: 3/13/2007
Sorry for being late posting this, but I’ve been busy trying to expel demons from my brain.
You see, the darn tournament hasn’t even started yet and already I’m sick of the the talking heads and their overused terminology for the NCAA Tournament.
I mean, seriously, the next time I hear: “Cinderella story,” I think I just might drown myself in my bathtub.
Or how about: “Punched their ticket.” God, I hate that. What’s wrong with saying “earned their spot”? Seriously, folks. Do you know how much money these Worldwide Leader heads make?
Don’t give me no: Big dance either. It’s not a dance. It’s a freakin’ basketball tournament.
And please, stop trying to sell me: Winthrop as this year’s George Mason. I don’t want another Mason, I want a new team to break into the Final Four out of a mid-major conference. Hey, that’s just me.
For the love of all that is holy: Keep Dick Vitale and his pro-Duke rants off the screen. The Blue Devils could be 3-22 and Vitale would think of an angle that could make this team sound like they were on the cusp of another national title. ("3 and 22, baby. Look at these Cameron Crazies, do you want to play these guys in March, no matter what their record is.") Yeah, actually Dick, if I’m VCU, I’m loving the fact that I can make a name for the Rams by beating a very vulnerable Duke squad.
And please: The next person who asks who my Final Four is can expect a good slap. Yes, I’m a sports editor, but I cover high school sports and, by no means, does that give me any sort of expertise on college.
OK, sorry. Back to local stuff tomorrow.