Finally we're getting to the NCAA basketball tournament. Count me among those who don't care about it and won't watch any of it. It so ponderous. Try not to laugh when someone trys to layer and weave this current circus to the great game James Naismith refined a century ago, which had no place for today's synthetic showboating and narcissistic hubris. Try not to laugh when someone says these are the finest basketball players in the nation, despite a paucity of non-black athletes that make the NCAA tournament look like a NAACP teachout. Try not to point out that something's not really a sport when the very structure and programming of the event is dictated by Las Vegas odds-makers and office pool drones while some washed-up former coach tells the television audience why this year's competition is the best ever. So if only to hasten the arrival of the day the NCAA basketball tournament is done, when we can move to the Major League Baseball season - for God's sake, let's get that bracket of 64 set and rolling.
What? Don't like the sound of this? Questionable racial undertones? Make you uncomfortable? Yea, that's how I felt when I saw what Bryant Gumbal had to say about the Winter Olympics.
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