How awesome is it having March Madness back?
That’s obviously a rhetorical question, for two reasons. First, the ol’ blog post format doesn’t exactly allow for much back and forth discourse. More importantly, though, there’s no need to give a real answer here because the only response should be self-evident:
It’s truly, deeply, intrinsically, exceptionally, fucking awesome.
At 8:10 p.m. on Wednesday, February 24th, I was convinced the Boston Celtics would never win another basketball game again. I’m not talking about this winter, or this season. I was thinking about the rest of eternity, and that the C’s were on the cusp of ceasing to exist, like the Kentucky Colonels or an unsuspecting large Dunkin’ iced around Ben Affleck. These are the thoughts one has when Danilo Gallinari turns into a human three-point tsunami in the midst of a blowout loss to the Hawks.
Waiting is hard.
You’d think Red Sox fans would be used to waiting, having spent 86 years doing exactly that. Four World Series rings in 17 seasons tends to erase a lot of bad memories though, and winning at that rate can shorten the fuse of even the most patient fanbase. Nobody wants to go back to losing once you get that first real taste of glory, and the Fenway Faithful are no exception.
My first favorite New England Patriot was Drew Bledsoe. From the earliest moment I can remember, that was my guy. So, naturally, when Bledsoe was injured on that fateful day in late September of 2001, I was distraught. When Bill Belichick, in a then shocking move decided to stick with the hot hand (some second year QB named Tom Brady) over re-inserting Bledsoe into the starting lineup later that season, I was furious. I had my moment of triumph when Bledsoe saved the day in the AFC Championship Game against the Steelers in January, and couldn’t fathom why Belichick wouldn’t give the only QB I had ever known the chance to lead the underdog Pats against the heavily favored Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI.
For The Love 