Every year since walking into the University of Oregon campus there have been three weeks beginning in March as important as spring break to me. Now, I'm not a huge basketball fan or anything. Honestly, I couldn't tell you anything about basketball other than what I learned playing in the Boys and Girls Club league when I was like 10. But, once a year millions of people around the world become basketball fanatics! Days full of back to back to back college hoops shining on multiple TV's being beamed in from 8 states across the country.What person in the world wouldn't love this stuff!
Sadly, every year since graduating I've been chained to a desk. Like so many other poor souls, unable to catch but mere glances of a game during long lunches or a stray cell phone.
That is, until this year!
I began the day prior to the first round gathering TV's, arranging couches, and stacking up enough supplies to never move from the couch while filling out every cash prize bracket I could find. With brackets in hand and beer on ice I wait. I also invited everyone could to stop in and watch as much of the fun as they can; partly to have some company, partly to rub it in a bit.
Waking up at 8:45am I shuffled up stairs and fell into the couch not to move again until 12:30pm. By 2pm I had killed a 18 pack of delicious Pabst Blue Ribbon, some mini corn dogs, and a few bags of chips all while watching my bracket perfectly executed! If I could go all the way 100% correct I would win $100 million!
As I killed a few more Pabst's and a few more snacks, I pondered what I would do with the cash. Who if anyone but an unemployed nice young man such as my self would be perfect to win this grand prize! I would never work again, I thought! I would buy a new house somewhere close by in NW, get myself a rad car, and never ever work for some stodge corporate middle management a-hole again! Then as quick as those thoughts came they were crushed. In a haze of golden PBR I saw Western Kentucky tear down my dreams and crap all over them.
Waking up the next day, my dreams smashed into pieces, I came to a realization. I am living a dream 90% of the working world has once a year. Sitting on my couch with a huge bowl of cereal I know how lucky I really am and how next year I may be wishing for this very thing again. So here is to the dreams of so many out there. I will live it up for us all!
However I am running out of beer...feel free to donate to the cause by dropping off your beer well wishes to my front porch. Your gift of a beer will last a life time or until mid-afternoon. And if you really want to there is always a spot on the couch for a friend or a stranger with booze and food!
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