Let the Madness Begin
March 15, 2004
It's my favorite time of year, let the office pools fly! I have just finished my brackets at 1:30 am on Tuesday, barely under the gun (Certain members of my family have strict requirements as to the post dating of brackets).
This year my picks took about 5 minutes, seeing as I have watched the least amount of college ball in recent memory. Canadian TV just doesn't seem to care for it until tourney time. I started out thinking this would be the first year ever I would not pencil in Kansas as the champion, and when the dust had cleared....you guessed it, KU will be the champ...mark my words. Just in case you are interested, my Final Four picks are as follows...
And for you scoffing Mizzou fans, I could not pick your team because the NIT brackets aren't out yet.
The 5 a.m. Something or Other
March 1, 2004
Captain's Log: 5:13 a.m.
If your reading this and know me to any extent you realize that 5 a.m. and I don't necessarily get along too well. In fact there are only two reasons why I would be up at this hour:
1) I am not yet asleep - some project has spun out of control and before I know it the sun is coming up...
2) I am traveling - Much worse than reason one. Reason one can be rectified with three good steps and a swan dive into the nearest horizontal sleeping device.
Well obviously since your reading this I am awake and therefore on the road again. My monthly trip to Calgary is upon me and it is a doozy (11 days) and as usual I am on the earliest flight to leave Montreal, which meant an ungodly cab ride to Trudeau Airport in the blackness of 4:30 a.m.. But there was a little pot of gold at the end of that rainbow. I arrived at Moe's, a little breakfast joint in the terminal, to scarf down some eggs when I realized one good thing about being up that early. The televisions were tuned to ESPN and I was privy to an edge of your seat golf match. Tiger and Davis Match Play Repeat? No no...I am talking the real deal, the Putt-Putt skins game. In case you haven't seen it, I will sum it up for you. It is a bunch of guys getting way too excited about mini-golf. The crowd hanging on every stroke, holding there breath to see if ol' Fred can judge that windmill just right. Oh well, anything to keep me awake...