So I’ve decided to resurrect my journal/blog/slam-book/memoirs/rotisserie-roaster. Whatever you want to call it, it’s back, yet again. It has now been resurrected more times than Jesus. And of course by that, I am referring to the rock group Jesus Jones. How long will “the sock” be with us this time around? Who knows? It probably really depends on how bored I get, and how much free time I maintain at work. But that’s the excitement of “the sock.” You never know where or when it’s going to turn up next; Kind of like Jesus (Jones).
I’ve been kicking around several possible topics for the comeback entry for weeks now, but none seemed to make it through to fruition (fruition: to complete,
not to make a smoothie). But one topic grabbed me and shook me like a British au pair, with enough force to finally push me over the e-logging hump. That topic? March Madness!!
That’s right! The same category that spawned a flurry of entries at this same time last year has done it once again without fail! Let me set the scene for you…
It’s about 5:55 pm Sunday night. I’m sitting in The Room Formally Known as (my cousin) Lisa’s Room, where I have been taking up residence while looking for an apartment in NY. Alas, while there seems to be an abundance of pregnant women looking for roommates, nothing has quite struck my fancy, and my price range, as of yet (but that is another story for another day. Back to the Madness!)
So as I said, it’s 5:55 pm, and I’m playing video games, when all of a sudden I get the uncontrollable urge to change the channel to CBS (never in my life did I think I would ever scribe this phrase). Sure enough, I’m greeted by the face of Greg Gumble, who is accompanied by the loveable Clark Kellogg and the incomprehensible “Seth Davis of Sports Illustrated” (apparently this is now his legal name, and he must be referred to as such at all times).
Side note – did anyone else notice at the Oscars® last month that the announcer added an adjective to everyone’s name who she called to the stage? For instance, “the loveable Mike Myers” was one. Who got to decide these? Next year, in an attempt to make the Oscars® more interactive, I think the audience should be able to particpate in an online vote to determine these titles. Then next year we could be lucky enough to hear such beauties as “the humorless Sean Penn” or “the skeletal Clint Eastwood” and, with the aid of a comeback role, “the cosmetically-augmented Morgan Fairchild.”Anyway, after a quick commercial break (I’m waiting for Dave Chappelle to copyright that phrase), CBS kicks off its annual Selection Show at 6 pm. And we’re off to a blazing start, with Greg Gumble mispronouncing the word “studio” twice. Remarkable! The generally unflappable Gumble fumbles the lead in! But it’s a great metaphor for college basketball. That’s the kind of year it’s been. You never know what is going to happen. But I give credit to Gumble, who acknowledged his mistake in a clever and witty way. If only the Knicks could get Isaiah Thomas to do this…
My first “son-of-a-bitch, how-the-hell-did-that-happen?” Moment of the night? Georgia Tech getting a 5 seed in the Albuquerque bracket (the equivalent of the NFL calling superbowl XXXIX “the Jacksonville bowl”). Let's review: G Tech is a bubble team entering the ACC tournament. They get to the finals of the conference tourney, before losing to Duke. And this garners them a
5 seed??? This means the committee is deaming them a
top 20 team. Is there anyone who still believes the committee is not taking into account last year’s performances???
It’s said at the top of the Show that Illinois is the number 1 seed overall, yet UNC gets to play the winner of the “play-in” game. After watching Cold Pizza this morning, it’s explained that this is for scheduling purposed only. So Illinois gets # 1, but denied their due as such? I will now refer to this as the “Arrested Development” clause.
Jim Nantz, while excusing himself for using hyperbole (that’s a first), calls the Syracuse Bracket “one of the greatest brackets ever.” Nantz then went on to call the Michael Jackson jury, “the greatest group of jurors ever assembled,” and the hot dogs in the Worcester Centrum to be “the most mouth-watering piece of lard ever made.” Nantz was then served with a lawsuit by the attorney for Donald Trump.
Sports Illustrated’s “slippery-when-wet” Seth Davis closes the show in defense of Indiana, who Davis says should have made the tournament, claiming, “what happens in the conference is what’s most important.” On the heels of that statement, St. Joseph’s coach Phil Martelli announced that his team would play all 31 of their games next year against A-10 opponents.
The overall most hilarious moment of the night was when Boston College was revealed as a 4 seed. CBS subsequently cuts live to the dining hall at BC, where a clearly ticked Al Skinner sits with his arms tightly crossed, flanked by the sulking members of his squad, while a lone student in the background applauds the bid. Make a mental note: this is the mark by which all future awkward claps should be measured.
Though there were no championship calibre Billy Packer moments this year, like last years
benchmark war of words with Phil Martelli, there were some classic Parker head-scratching moments. My favorite? When Packer trumped up Southern Illinois, saying the Salukis were a dangerous team that could move deep into the tournament, and then immediately followed that up by saying Oklahoma St, a #2 seed, could have easily been a #1, and is a great team going to the Sweet 16. In case you didn’t know, Southern Illinois and Oklahoma St. are slated to play each other in the second round, thus making Packer’s predictions, um, lets say difficult. But I enjoy that no one questions Packer’s seemingly contradictory comments. He’s achieved the same standing in the media as President Bush. I don’t know which feat is more remarkable.
Sadly, the Selection Show had to come to an end, as this entry must too (maybe less sadly. Actually, I think they are equally sad performances. Take that as you will). I don’t know what’s worse, having to wait another year for the next Selection Show, or having to wait four days for the tourney to begin. Until then, I’ll be filling out my brackets with Jesus (Jones)...