Eat My Sports: Tournament time

SHOT.

Let’s start this all off by congratulating Radford University. That’s right, folks: our alma mater is in the big dance for the second time in school history and their first appearance since 1998. Our starting lineup was suspended for academic reasons for most of The Guys’ time there, so this whole playing-into-late-March-thing is kind of new to us.

So, here’s to you, RU: you’re in the dance for the first time since the Goo Goo Dolls were still famous, and you’re probably going to get pounded by UNC. Represent us well; the game will be a blur ’cause UNC is fast, and — like any red-blooded Highlander — you recognize your college time is short and started drinking at noon.

Like most people that will be skipping work on Thursday, I spent the better part of my Monday filling out my office (bar) bracket. My Final Four looked a lot different by the time I finished than I thought it would. Honestly, it was a little weird stomaching my choices at first, but in the end, like Stiffler eating the dog turd in American Wedding, I made my decision and knew it was the right one. Don’t be afraid to trust me; after all, I did predict Texas going all the way with Kevin Durant two years ago … Continue reading Eat My Sports: Tournament time

Eat My Sports: Joey Zasa and March/April Madness

Coming into this year’s tournament, the big question surrounding the Memphis Tigers’ program was their free throw shooting. Well, point taken, sports reporters, as that was the main reason the Tigers did not win the Division I championship last night in regulation.

Never one to not take in a championship (except for the 2004 and 2005 Pats), fellow Guy Bryan McBournie and I ran a running diary during last night’s game, here’s what transpired:

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Way too short of an opening sequence by CBS. I thought these things were supposed to be epic, maybe take on the theme of a recent movie. I would kill to see John Calipari and Bill Self have a beach make out scene a la Atonement. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Joey Zasa and March/April Madness