In my book, March Madness is up there with Christmas and puppies and ice cream. It’s my favorite time of year, and the fact that it generally coincides with spring weather and the Masters doesn’t hurt.
It’s the definition of a holiday; it has its own traditions, rituals, specific dates. The entire country makes brackets, and it’s an excuse to skip meetings, shirk homework, and get friends together to watch games. Everyone’s bracket gets knocked out the first day (thanks Georgia State), and things get interesting real quick.
It’s no secret to anyone that knows me that I generally plan my life around Carolina basketball (possibly to an obnoxious degree), and during March, everyone else is just as pumped as I am. It’s the big leagues y’all. Now, every minute of every game matters.
While I’ll spend most of the tourney biting my nails and yelling at JP Tokoto to refrain from those goshdang mid-range jumpers, it’s all worth it for a Brice Johnson dunk or a Marcus Paige three. March Madness epitomizes everything I love about sports—the underdogs, the Goliaths, the upsets, the games decided by one point or a buzzer beater. The post-weekend basketball withdrawal is a real life problem.
Hallelujah, it’s finally Thursday. That said, let’s all pray for Kennedy’s knee and hope that this team of Tar Heels can keep making this year’s tournament a whole lotta fun.
Happy holidays, merry Christmas, God bless America, go heels.
And finally, as if you needed any more reasons to smile, just try and tell me this isn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire life:
Lucy Cross 