There will be the annual Vitale hand wringing tonight, worthless bracket advice, cliche spewing heads and fake outrage. Brackets will be scrutinized, gut feelings shared, numbers that shout locks and teams being touted as the one you don't want to face.
By Thursday at 11:30, none of it will matter. The tournament will begin. The single greatest sporting spectacle will be all ours to engourge ourselves in. We'll cheer the underdogs, our teams and by Sunday night we'll be down to the Sweet 16 and already be looking forward to 2013.
I cannot freaking wait much as I did when we counted the days and hours while we sat in Mrs. Wilk's class being force fed some dead Englishman's words when all we really wanted to know was whether UWGB could actually beat Jason Kidd and Cal.
Goddamnit. I love this week!
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