Watching and Not Watching

TBG and I just calculated that our family March Madness pool has been around for about five decades.  I've saved a lot of the hard copies; they live in a drawer that could probably house more necessary items.  But I like knowing where they are.  It's part of our history

This year there are some old, familiar names and faces.  Calipari and Pitino (two of them) and Izzo are coaches I've followed for decades, Mark Few and Shaka Smart for a few decades less.  

The second Pitino is the son of the first.  The first has a checkered past and is now at New York City's flagship basketball school, St. John's.  I guess fraud and corruption and adultery and abortion are lesser considerations when winning is at stake.

With 2.9 seconds left, it looks like Bill Self (another old friend) and his boys will be heading back to Kansas tonight.  No sense paying for hotel rooms when you're not playing any more. 

Yale losing in the first round wasn't much of a surprise.  Clemson losing to McNeese (senior laden, defensive wizards) was.  TBG and Giblet were the only ones who picked them in the pool (yes, the kids are part of it as long as they can discern animals or colors).

This is one time of the television viewing year that I enjoy living on Pacific Time.  Games starting here at 8 end around bed time.  Not so much on the East Coast.  The wrap up show on ESPN goes until 1am.  I'd have to be way more committed to the whole shebang to stay up that late at this stage of my life.

I'm going to see Bernie Sanders and AOC on Saturday.  I'm lifting weights with Amster and working in Grandma's Garden with Not-Kathy on Sunday.  There are games upon games I'll be missing, scores I'll have to catch on my phone, while I enjoy a rich and full life.

There was a time, though......