Once again, we’ve reached the only time of the year I give a damn about sports — March Madness! Really, if you want me to care about something, make me arbitrarily choose between two things that are exactly the same and watch the magic happen.
Oh, those two teams were both 12-8 in the regular season? Can you give me some information that I can use, such as what are their team colors and who do they have for a mascot? (And for those of you who have asked, namely Ally, that link will take you to a mascot bracket and team color bracket. You’re welcome.) Last year my sister wrote about her own mascot brackets and I wrote about how to fake knowing about basketball enough to beat your friends, coworkers or spouse in tournament picks. I’ve been doing it for 6 years now, so I’m sort of an expert.
The other way to make me care about sports is to add a little drama to it, like a coaching scandal, someone getting arrested or dating a Kardashian. When hub watches NBA games, I refer to players not by their names but as “the guy who cheated on his wife”, “gun guy” or “Klohe’s husband”. But that’s another blog for another day.
Anyway. BASKETBALL. Remember what I showed you guys last year?
This is my husband’s idea of a good time — every TV in our home hooked up in one room so he can watch every first and second round game concurrently. It’s like a sports bar, plus a couch, minus the booze (that’s math). I’m not sure it’ll happen this year because our living room now includes 100% more baby products than last season, but he’s surprised me before.
And OH YEAH, this year we have a baby! One who can reach out and swat at things and you know what that means? He’s getting his own bracket! I’m planning a highly scientific method for him in which I’ll assign a team to each of two plush octopi (which I believe is the plural form of octopus and if it’s not — my blog, my rules so suck it, word nerds) and the one he sticks into his mouth first wins that match up.
It’s Captain’ Calimari:
in epic battle of tentacles, sounds and plastic rings. Calamari has a mirror on his underside, but Squidbert plays sounds when his middle ring is pulled, so….it should be interesting in a way that has nothing whatsoever to do with basketball. He loves them both. I hope to include some video of this and the results tomorrow.
Oh, lookie here! My girl Natalie is bonding with the men (and little lady) in her life over basketball!
Are you guys watching basketball, or are you more of a football fan? Or does something like American Idol fulfill your need for competition?