I did good…I survived Eight hours!
I have a dream. That dream is reoccurring and persistent. The dream ends the same way every time. I leave the field of battle, arms raised, mission complete, the man that every man wants to be and the object of desire to every woman in the world. I find my wife and she greets me like the conquering hero that I am.
Soon after the event, the national media start calling my phone. It rings constantly, annoyed I make a new voice mail instructing the media leaches to contact my agent with requests for interviews. Very soon, I have a book deal, my own reality television show, a national radio show and a film crew follows my every move documenting me for the upcoming release of the 3-D movie that is in the works.
My biggest decision to make in the day is which sports car I will drive to the studio. Ultimately, I ride the limo because my license has been suspended for reckless driving. A hero to the masses, I am called to provide counseling to the President, the Pope and Warren Buffet. Multiplying the success, I buy the Dallas Cowboys from Jerry Jones and turn the team around winning consecutive Super Bowls. Bored by success and the stress of a public life, I retire to Fuji where random topless pictures of me practicing the hula are published by the paparazzi.
Of course this is only a dream because every year, my NCAA Basketball bracket is busted in the first day of the first round. I am a loser. I would like to blame New Mexico and UNLV, but every year someone lets me down. At least the guy who lets me down isn’t staring me back in the mirror. The good news is that I am free to root for Arkansas State and any team who plays Kentucky. Oh yea, ASU didn’t make the NIT and Kentucky is already out. If Coach Cal had any feelings, he would know how I feel.
I don’t want to say that I am rooting for Memphis, because I don’t want my loser jinx to get them. So my most favorite team in the second round is Michigan State. All of my luck and best wishes