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