I’m told my alma mater pulled off the first big upset of the NCAA tournament. Ohio University humiliated the Hoyas of Georgetown — and boy, I can still do that headline alliteration, ain’a? — 97-83. For the record, this pleases me. For reals, (shrug). I cannot care about this stuff. I didn’t care about sports when I was a student there, so I can hardly start now. But knowing that huge upsets are part of the DNA of this tournament, I guess I approve.
I have to say, it’s a little unsettling to think anyone cares about sports in Athens these days. A while after I graduated, the school added a program in sports management, and even that seemed strange. After growing up in Columbus, enrolling at a school where college football didn’t have the specific gravity of the Normandy invasion was like a dip in a cool lake on a hot day. I went to my share of football games, but I went Bobcat-style — after a few bloody Marys, leaving right after halftime. We came to see the band, the Marching 110, then went uptown for more drinking. I went to one basketball game. One of our party smuggled in a large bullhorn. We sat high in the Convocation Center and made prank announcements on the bullhorn, carried throughout the crowd by the dome’s freakish acoustics. “Number 32, your pits smell,” went one. Number 32, lined up for the foul shot, dropped his arms abruptly. Number 32, I apologize.
The Mid-American Conference in general is sort of a mess, I gather. I read a story awhile back calling it “the little conference that can’t,” pointing out that no MAC team has, well, let’s let the lede sum it up:
The last time any team from the Mid-American Conference won an NCAA championship, the year was 1965. The president was Lyndon B. Johnson. The team was Western Michigan. The sport: men’s cross country.
So you see the sort of culture that prevails in Athens. Which makes OU’s win over Georgetown even more surprising. Now they have the Big Mo, however, so: Go Bobcats. I’ll drink a bloody Mary in your honor this weekend. Supportin’ the team, Athens-style.
If nothing else, OU hosed the brackets.
I want this week OVER. So, bloggage? Here’s a little:
She-who sported a new hairstyle this week on Fox. She looks like she’s edging into Mormon-wife territory, a cross between submit-unto-your-husbands and ’60s-era Loretta Lynn. I mention this because it’s the most interesting thing she’s done in a while. Not that i wish to be trivial.
I always avoid celebrity editions of “Jeopardy!” It’s like asking to have your dreams dashed.
“Breaking Bad” starts its third season this weekend. What fresh hell awaits Walter White? I can hardly wait to find out.
More fleshed-out posting resumes next week. I hope.