The national call to blow off work on a Thursday afternoon. National Multi-Screen TV Day, the biggest event of the year for. . . copy machines!
A month of overarching boredom elicited by Bracket Guy, who wants to tell you how “his teams’’ did in the pool. Bracket Guy makes Fantasy Man seem like Howard Hughes. Just don’t.
Da-na-na-na-Dun-daa-na-na.
Great month for chicken wings.
Normally sane people profess unswerving love for Hofstra, but the smart money is on Yale.
Man, do I love Drake.
Without gambling, the first wacky weekend of the tournament would be as universally compelling as the Duke’s Mayo Bowl. We simply can’t say that about any other sporting event.
Asking you if you will wager on the Madness is a needless question. The better question: Would you watch if you didn’t?
Betting has always fueled sports interest. No event is more driven by wagers than this one.
How do you know that, Doc?
Honestly, I don’t. I can read this. . . In 2022, Statista.com estimated 36.5 million American adults filled out a bracket.
That doesn’t account for online gambling and gambling with sportsbooks, which has merely mushroomed in the past few months, as more states have legalized gambling.
I can talk to everyone I know personally, and everyone I don’t. None, I mean absolutely no one, will say they did not or will not place some dollars on a bracket or 10. That’s been true for, I dunno, 40 years.
You might suggest Super Bowl wagering tops the Madness. OK, but I doubt it involves as big a cross-section of participants.
So. , .
If wagering on the NCAA men’s basketball tournament were somehow eliminated, would you still watch between now and the Final Four?
Of course not. Money is what turns us into instant Utah State fans. Money guarantees that for one shining day, we’ll be Iona fans because, we-own-a little stake in the Gaels success.
Nothing brings out the optimism in us like putting pen to bracket. This is the year. My year. I will nail the 5-12 upset(s). I will know that 15 Vermont will beat 2 Purdue in Round 1, same as St. Peter’s beat Kentucky last year. Will Creighton, Xavier and Marquette make the Sweet 16? Of course they will, you fool.
I will be leading the pool until I’m not, at which point I will return to my regularly scheduled Friday afternoon programming. Without gambling, the tournament is CSI re-runs.
I love quasi-am basketball. The only beat I ever covered was University of Virginia basketball, back when giants roamed the earth. Literally. Ralph Sampson was the Cavaliers center. At 7-4, he had to duck through doorways and take a shower from his knees.
In those years, I witnessed the unleashing of Michael Jordan, had breakfast with Dean Smith and lunch with Charles Grice Driesell (some knew him as Lefty) and witnessed Indiana beat mighty Carolina because Dan Dakich played better than Jordan for one shining evening in the East Region. Second-best college game I’ve ever seen, right behind Xavier’s 2OT-loss to Kansas State.
But to casual fans, quasi-am hoops is a one-month season that started this past weekend. Imagine saying that about the NFL, MLB or even MLS. I don’t know about the NBA. I haven’t watched the NBA earnestly since Moses Malone.
But man, what a month. You think the NF of L has games written by Hollywood? Not even they could write UMBC taking out Virginia.
Not only does college basketball produce Davids on cue, but it also has the good sense to show them the door after the first weekend, so the Goliaths can take over. That might not be true this year, given the lack of dominant teams at the top. If ever there were a year for madness. . .
Michigan might be out. North Carolina almost definitely will be. UK was getting last rites six weeks ago; now, the ‘Cats are a sleeper. Only in the Madness could we consider UK a sleeper.
Starting next Sunday, we’ll spend more time on our brackets than on our tax returns. Unless we simply pick winners based on which team has the better colors or cutest coach. Next Thursday and Friday will be the most concentrated fun some of us will have all year. All because of 10 lousy bucks donated to an office pool.
Now, then. . .
FRIDAY WAS THE WORST DAY OF THE WINTER. . . The sun never rose, yeah? Correct me if I’m wrong. We watched two movies, They sucked, too.
(1) The Green Room (my pick) about a bad metal band that plays bad metal at a remote dive in Oregon. Ownership isn’t nice at all. Bad slashing is rampant, almost as rampant as the bad dialog. Yawn. Gag me with a nose ring.
(2) Bullet Train (wife’s pick). Mindless action. One of those movies where everybody gets punched in the face a million times but no one bleeds. Colossal waste of Brad Pitt. Wife thought it was funny. I laughed once, when it was over, at my stupidity for agreeing to endure this load of wretchedness.
WHAT WAS ENTERTAINING, THOUGH, was the two-hour NBC Dateline on the Murdaugh murders. Alex Murdaugh, the red-haired, drug-addled, too-rich dad, murdered his wife and son, because. . . because. . .
Well, they never really said. Something about him hoping to elicit sympathy for his bad, rich life or because his now-dead son’s trial for crashing a boat and killing a female passenger was looming or because dad was a 20-year pill junkie.
Beats me.
Murdaugh was so guilty, Columbo could have convicted him.
Like the egomaniac he was, Murdaugh went against the advice of his lawyers, who told him he shouldn’t testify. Prosecutors lunched him. He lied some. When he wasn’t lying, he was scamming his clients and stealing his law firm’s money. And mis-remembering all over the place.
NOT JUST ANOTHER PRETTY FACE. . . Finished The Mosquito Bowl, Buzz Bissinger’s book about marines who played a football game on Okinawa in the last days of WWII. These were mostly college guys who’d been drafted or volunteered to serve. Most had played college ball at a high level. A few had even been NFL-drafted.
The book’s not about the game. It’s about the 88-day death slog to capture Okinawa. The steadfast bravery of those men never stops amazing me and I hope it never will.
HAS ANYONE MENTIONED THE FATTER BASES will also give an edge to speedy runners hoping to leg out more infield hits? Suddenly, the close outs will be close safes. Just thought I’d mention it, in case you were thinking of taking Jon Berti in your fantasy draft.
YOU PLAY FANTASY BASEBALL, YOU LOSER? As a matter of fact. . .
I’m still mystified as to how I didn’t win the whole damned Willie Mays Hays League last summer. I mean, my outfield alone was Betts, Kyle Tucker and Julio Rodriguez. I had a 20-game winner (Kyle Wright) and a K machine (Carlos Rodon). I had the Other Diaz (the Mets closer) and Jordan Romano.
I played in the losers playoff bracket. I lost.
You’re sounding like Bracket Guy.
Do you play fantasy baseball? It’s infinitely better than football, because it’s every day. Diligence matters. There are no fluke winners. Because of fantasy baseball, I learned a lot about the AL and developed a fondness for the Guardians. (I had Jose Ramirez, too. Tell me again how Iost.)
It’s become a highlight of the summer. I recommend it highly.
SOME TMLs ARE MAGIC. And some just kinda lay there. Like this one. I’m like a decent quasi-am basketball coach. Only as good as my material. I’ll do better tomorrow.
TUNE O’ THE LAME DAY. . . Kind of a lame early 90s band, with a lame name. I did like this one, though.
I didn't pay much attention to the tournament until 1990, as a seventh-grader. That was the magical first run to the Sweet 16 by the Musketeers of Tyrone Hill, Derek Strong, Jamal Walker and company. That was likely because it was the first tournament success I'd seen a local team have since my inception in 1977. I obviously became more engrossed by the '92 UC run to the Final Four, the '93 UC run to the Elite 8, and subsequent runs by both UC and X.
Come Tournament Thursday, I'll likely reinstall my Barstool Sports betting app, and put down a $25 10-team parlay. Will I expect anything to come of said parlay? Nah ... but it at least makes it a little more fun and interesting than just taking a lighter to my $25 worth of bills and watching them burn.
After that, I'll watch to see what X does -- and heck, even IU and Purdue -- but, if all three of those find themselves going home, unless there's a Cinderella (i.e. Wichita State, Virginia Commonwealth, George Mason, et. al.) making a run, I'll probably tune out until the Final Four.
And if that Final Four has Duke, Kansas, North Carolina, Kentucky, Gonzaga or Michigan State, or some combination thereof, I'll go watch paint dry instead.
In the minority here, but the thrill of the tourney exceeds the thrill of bracketing. I will do one bracket - one, because a) I'm not a coward, but more importantly b) Gambling, sports betting, has a negative expected value (EV), and so I care nothing for it. As a middle-aged male, I am inundated with gambling solicitations from DraftKings, and all the other "daily fantasy," sites aiming for more reoccuring revenue - not from me. My friends can't wait to deposit more money so they can watch some Horizon League game CBB, womens tennis or NASCAR in hopes of hitting some 8-leg parlay or something stupid. Negative EV means the more you play, the more your chances of losing increase. So I know all my friends are loser gamblers, though they'll never admit it. Successful sports bettors - and they're out there, but they're rare - they have to use other peoples' accounts to place bets. Bookies will literally turn repeated winners away, legally, because they can. So if any site still accepts your money, it's because you're a loser. Not as a person,of course, but as a gambler. But for me, the NCAA tourney needs no help for being arguably the most entertaining time in sports.
Fantasy Baseball - Year 11 of a league I've run since college. 12 teams, H2H format, a comically large heavyweight championship belt and all. Fantasy Baseball, especially leagues where rosters don't lock weekly, enables that lovely daily maintenance for MONTHS (if you like, but most times you don't have to do anything). But I keep a super thin roster size, meaning the waiver wire is electric all year - championships are won and lost on the wire sometimes. Leagues suck when you get a ton of bench spots, allowing people to just hoard players and avoid tough decisions. And yes, there's money involved, but the winnings pale in comparison to the glory of holding the belt.