Many apologies for the technical outage with the blog yesterday – apparently the non-profit group that hosts our site has not paid the bill in months, meaning a lot of sites got temporarily switched off. I was unaware such a thing could happen, but we’re back up, and on a different plan now.
No apologies needed for one Mrs. Rebecca Lowell, who won the xtcian all-stars Tournament Challenge this year with a fabulous come-from-behind victory over many excellent prognosticators. As I said before, more than half of the top ten are women, and one of them is my wife, so I couldn’t be prouder. Who cares I was in the 38th percentile? My betrothed was in the 87.4th!
And so Rebecca gets a dram of the best scotch released last year, a 1970 Glen Grant that is an absolute stunner. Or she gets a bizarre tchotchke from Venice Beach – just ask past winners Joan, caveman, Anne, and the rest!
One more word about hoops before we declare the season absolutely over until Midnight Madness in October. I’m often defending the college game against people who think the NBA is the only basketball worth watching. I always mention the scrappiness, the heart, the love of school, the love of being young, the love of caring so much your heart could burst.
In the NBA playoffs, a best-of-seven matchup pretty much guarantees the better team moves on. In the college tournament, some crazy Cinderella can come along and charm you with a miracle run. You’ll have a 19-year-old poli sci major who will suddenly swish eight 3s in a row. It can be the most inspiring game on the planet.
What we got on Monday night, however, was a dreary display of grisly shooting, grindingly-poor offense, and a halftime score better suited to volleyball. It would have been tragic if it hadn’t been so boring, a game finally decided in favor of a school with the charm of congealed snot. Cinderella lost her shoe, lost her way, and fizzled still sweeping the fireplace. Next year cannot start soon enough!