Monthly Archives: March 2012

A slice of life story from the fish counter. As the Madness begins, a tribute to Gus. And a unique method to stealing pot: pretending to be a mailman

Just a small slice of life story from the supermarket…
So I walk up to the fish counter Wednesday. Early evening. There’s no one on line in front of me, and a 20-something kid in a Yankees hat is manning the counter, and he looks my way.
“Can I have two tilapia fillets, please?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” he replies. Then a pause. “And thank you for saying ‘please.’ Seriously.”
I laugh and say of course, I’ve got manners, no big deal.
“You don’t understand, it is a big deal,” he says. At this point he was really getting fired up. “You’re the first person all day who’s said ‘please.’
I looked at my watch. It was 5:45 p.m. I ask what time he started working.
“Noon. And just because you said please, I’m gonna give you the two best fillets I’ve got.”
I laugh again and said thank you, and a minute later I walked away.
Then I started to think: Six hours this guy had been working at the supermarket, dealing with probably, what 50-75 customers, and not one of them had simply said please when they got their cod or swordfish or whatever.
Not one person.

I’m not going to go off on a rant here about the lack of civility in America, but I just found that so sad, that no one could take the three seconds to be polite to the guy at the fish counter. It costs you nothing to say please.

**The NCAA Tournament begins today, in the eyes of most people, this afternoon (those play-in games were exciting, but to me it doesn’t feel like the real beginning).

It will have everything we’ve grown accustomed to over the last 30 years: drama, big upsets, close calls, and thrilling excitement.
But sadly, this year on CBS it won’t have Gus Johnson. Never has a sports announcer been more perfect for an event than Gus was for the NCAA Tournament. He was always so excited, and made his calls in such dramatic fashion, that you couldn’t help but get excited with him.
He had his detractors, but man, he was so much fun to listen to. Sadly, after last year’s tournament he and CBS couldn’t come to an agreement on a new contract, and now he works for FOX, who have no NCAA Tournament games for him to call.
It won’t be the same without ya, Gus. Watch the video above and tell me he doesn’t get you psyched.
(By the way, here’s a fantastic story from SI.com’s Tim Layden on March 14, 1981, the day “March Madness” really began, when NBC first used the “switch to exciting games at the ending” technique that’s become so common now. Cameos from a young Bryant Gumbel in the story, too!)

**Gotta give Calvin Coolidge Wiggins (that’s really his name) of Michigan credit for creativity. My man figured out a pretty cool way to steal some drugs. He apparently was tired of having the marijuana he mailed through the U.S. Postal Service being seized before it got to its delivery point. So he posed as a postal inspector, walked into a post office branch in Romulus, Mich., and walked out with dozens of packages, many of them containing pot.

The best part is, before being caught, Wiggins said he’d done this a bunch of times before.
Pssst, Calvin, there’s gotta be an easier way to get drugs. Try UPS!

Finally, a solution to subway loudmouths! A very cool “nine month project” video. “This Week in Rick Santorum Crazy.”

I love it when enterprising scientists come up with solutions to problems we really need.
Ever been on a train, or in a public place, or on the subway, and have someone yakking really loud on their cellphone or to the person next to you? Most times you wish you had a device to make them shut up.
Well, now you do! Introducing the SpeechJammer, a little radar-gun looking thing that, when pointed at someone, “jams” their voice and stops them from talking. Well, basically it just repeats their words back to them.
I know, I know, it sounds totally made up.  But these two Japanese scientists invented a prototype and even have a video of how it works (fast forward to :30 for the good stuff):

The device, according to Wired.com, consists of a direction-sensitive microphone and a direction-sensitive speaker, a motherboard, a distance sensor and some relatively straightforward code. The concept is simple, too — it operates on the well-studied principle of delayed auditory feedback. By playing someone’s voice back to them, at a slight delay (around 200 milliseconds), you can jam a person’s speech.

I think two things about this: 1, It’s very cool and can absolutely come in handy in America, and 2, it may singlehandedly bring subway rioting back to New York City, which quite frankly and disappointingly has disappeared in recent decades.

**My buddy Pearlman put this on Facebook Tuesday and I thought it was very clever. We’ve all seen those time-lapse videos by now, which are usually fun and special to look at. This one’s a little different. It’s about a man and a woman and the “9 month project” they undertook together.
Very sweet stuff…

**Finally, time for everyone’s favorite political game, “This Week in Rick Santorum Crazy!” It seems like every week we can find at least a half-dozen insane statements made by the somehow-serious GOP presidential candidate, who, to the shock of absolutely no one, won the Alabama and Mississippi primaries Tuesday night.

Here are just two of Ricky Boy’s latest head-turning pronouncements. First, he said that when he was President he would pass a law making Teleprompters illegal, because, you know, the GOP loves to say that Obama is a “Teleprompter President.”

“See, I always believed that when you run for president of the United States, it should be illegal to read off a teleprompter, because all you’re doing is reading someone else’s words to people,” he said.

Um, yeah, good luck with that. But that was hardly the craziest thing Santorum said lately. He also said, in response to a question about President Obama blaming the Bush administration for high gas prices, said “I will never mention a former president’s name when I am in office. Man up, take responsibility and quit blaming everybody else.”

Wow. As NPR’s Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me pointed out, what is he going to say to overnight guests? “Hey, you’re staying in the bedroom named after that old bearded guy from Illinois?”

Man, I hope Santorum stays in this race for a while longer, even though I still can’t see any possible way he gets enough delegates to get the nomination. He’s more entertaining than anything else I find on television.

Another soldier commits atrocities in Afghanistan. Kobayashi conquers grilled cheese! And John Hickenlooper, a rising political star who put his foot in his mouth

It seems like we get one of these awful, horrible stories every few months.

Lately, more often. U.S. soldiers in Afghanistan or Iraq, behaving horribly, making terrible decisions that seem unthinkable. A few weeks ago it was the burning of Korans, an insult that the Arab world is still pissed off about.

And now this: A “rogue” U.S. staff seargeant in Panjwai, Afghanistan went on a killing spree Sunday, walking into Afghan homes and killing 16 Afghan citizens.

Innocent Afghan civilians, slaughtered by an American soldier. Who then, according to this story in the N.Y. Times, turned himself in to American authorities.

Disgusting and despicable. And while the details may change from case to case, too damn familiar of a story. Ten years, we’ve been in Afghanistan. Ten years of killing terrorists and making the country slightly safer, yes, but also 10 years of drone attacks and civilian deaths and American military personnel embarrassing the rest of the hard-working soldiers time and time again.
Ten years of this damn war. And the people of Afghanistan surely hate us more than ever.

When the hell is it going to end? Haven’t we tried and failed enough? I’m sick of hearing about “slow withdrawls” and “we’ve got to take our time” and all that crap.

Bring. Our. Soldiers. Home. The war was a colossal failure, just like Iraq was. End it now, before we do any more damage to innocent people in a country far, far from home.

**I’m not really a fan of this “sport” of competitive eating, but I have to admit this was kind of impressive, and not just because I’m a huge fan of grilled cheese sandwiches.

Takeru Kobayashi, who became famous for winning those 4th of July hot dog-eating contests, just set a world record by eating 13 grilled cheese sandwiches in one minute.
Watch and be amazed … or disgusted. It’s up to you.

**Finally today, a few words about a rising star in politics who had a couple of really, really bad days at the microphone lately. John Hickenlooper is the governor of Colorado and possible Democratic presidential candidate in 2016. He’s smart, eloquent, and a pretty smooth guy, normally. (Here’s a great NY Times Magazine story on him from last year. Except lately.

First, a little over a week ago Hickenlooper (great name, right?) was introducing his lieutenant governor, Joe Garcia, to a group of 40 elementary-school students. During the into, Hickenlooper referred to Garcia as “that rising sex star.”
Yeah. Seriously. Then he corrected himself: “Symbol. I mean symbol-not star.”
Why he’s talking about sex symbols to grade-schoolers, that part he never explained.
But oh, it would get so much worse for Hickenlooper.
At a Colorado Business Committee for the Arts luncheon last Tuesday, Hickenlooper reminded the 630 guests that the Denver Mayor Michael Hancock’s wife, Mary Louise Lee, is an award-winning vocalist.

“We read about how President Obama sings to Michelle in the shower,” Hickenlooper began. “So, you can just imagine what the mayor gives his wife in the shower. Uh, I mean what SHE gives him in the shower. …”

Wow. Yeah. There’s no walking that one back.
Maybe the Governor ought to just decline all speaking engagements for a while, ya think?

Everybody into the pool! I help you win your NCAA office pool. And Julianne Moore does a great Palin in “Game Change.”

My favorite time of the year is here.
The Madness of March. Brackets, baby, brackets. Since Sunday at 6 p.m., around studying for a big exam Monday, yours truly has been studying, analyzing, and talking myself into picks for the NCAA Tournament starting Tuesday.
Since I know most of you are in pools at your office, I’m here to help. If any of my picks pan out and you end up winning a huge amount of money, feel free to donate to my “pay the government back its student loan money” fund.
First things first: I think the committee did a really good job this year. Except for putting Iona in over Drexel, I can’t really quibble with the 68 teams they put in. And even Iona getting in doesn’t kill me; at least more mid-majors got in this year.

OK, some quick thoughts on the bracket:
— First-round upsets you should pick: Long Beach State over New Mexico (LBSU is really good, and almost beat Kansas and UNC this year); Davidson over Louisville, Iowa State over UConn, and Ohio over Michigan. Possible sleeper: Belmont, a 14 seed, over Georgetown. That will be a very good game.
— Sleepers to maybe get to Sweet 16: Wichita State as a 5 seed, Murray State as a 6, St. Mary’s as a 7.
— Best first-round game to watch: Wichita State vs. VCU (Thursday, 7:15 p.m.. Of course you remember VCU made that miraculous run to the Final Four last year. This is a totally different Rams team, but still pretty darn good.
— My Duke boys didn’t get that bad of a draw; can’t complain too much. I think a game against Notre Dame in the 3rd round is winnable, but after that I can’t see the Devils beating Baylor. I think Sweet 16 is about as good as I can hope for this year.
— My very preliminary Final 4 picks: Kentucky (duh), Michigan State, Ohio State, and (I really hate to do this) North Carolina. And let’s go with the Spartans and their star, Draymond Green (that’s him up above) to win it all, because Tom Izzo is awesome and so is his team. I just think Kentucky, who everyone will pick, will fold like usual when the going gets tough.
Can’t wait for the Madness to begin!

**Ever since the historic 2008 presidential election ended, I’ve been waiting for Hollywood to make a whole bunch of movies about it.
I mean, it was an incredible, world-altering race for so many different reasons, but almost four years later we’ve had a ton of books about the Obama/Hillary/McCain/Palin duel, but no flicks.
Happily, HBO has changed that, premiering “Game Change,” based on a book by Mark Halperin and John Heilmann. With so much material to choose from, the producers decided to simply focus on Sarah Palin and McCain’s bizarre choice of her, and all that ensued.

The movie was terrific. Julianne Moore, as Palin, does an even better Sarah than Tina Fey did. Ed Harris as John McCain was dead-on, and Woody Harrelson was really good as McCain campaign leader Steve Schmidt, who was completely befuddled and then angry as Palin’s lack of knowledge about the world was slowly revealed.
The look on Schmidt’s face when Palin didn’t know what the Federal Reserve was was priceless.
The movie does move along slowly at times, but you really can’t say it makes Palin look worse than she really is; sadly, most of the horror show that the movie portrayed really did happen. She really is that stupid and vapid.
Really good film; check it on HBO when you get the chance.

Good news Friday: JK Rowling writing more books. An adorable review of a new Olive Garden. And the Dancing Canucks kid will make you smile

Don’t forget to check back here on Monday for my fearless NCAA Tournament picks. I will help you win your office pool or your money back!

We begin this week’s edition of Good News Friday with a bit of news all Harry Potter fans will love: JK Rowling, who gave us the wonderful and magical world of Hogwarts, Voldemort, and the Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare (SPEW), is writing a new book.
She’s only saying that it’s an adult novel, and that it will be “very different” from the Harry Potter series.
I wonder if it’s an “adult novel,” or an “adult” novel, if you know what I mean. Somehow I don’t think JK will be channeling her inner Jackie Collins or Danielle Steel.


**Next, you just never know what’s going to go viral in this day and age.  A woman named Marilyn Hagerty is 85 years old, and has been writing restaurant reviews for the Grand Forks (North Dakota) Herald for more than three decades.

Last week Marilyn went to visit and review Grand Forks’ newest exciting restaurant: The Olive Garden.
Yep, the Olive Garden got a restaurant review. And it’s adorable and hilarious and it’s been viewed by hundreds of thousands of people.

A couple of excerpts from the review to whet your appetite:

— “My first visit to Olive Garden was during midafternoon, so I could be sure to get in. After a late breakfast, I figured a late lunch would be fashionable. The place is impressive. It’s fashioned in Tuscan farmhouse style with a welcoming entryway. There is seating for those who are waiting.”
–All in all, it is the largest and most beautiful restaurant now operating in Grand Forks. It attracts visitors from out of town as well as people who live here.

I love it. No word yet if she’ll be reviewing Bob’s Big Boy or Cracker Barrel next. Seriously, give it a read; it’s hilarious and beautiful in its simplicity.

**And finally, if you don’t start smiling watching this kid, something’s wrong with you. How much fun is he having at this game?

The great Peyton Manning exits Indy with class. How tasing people has been turned into a sport. And an Iranian girl singing Adele, beautifully

Pardon me for a moment while I channel my inner Dick Enberg

It is so rare that we get a moment like this in sports anymore.
When a great player who has starred for one franchise his whole career, and led that team to glory and championships, has to face the final curtain (as Mr. Sinatra beautifully put it), it almost never ends well.
The player gets old, he gets hurt, the team eventually realizes it has to cut ties with him and start over, and bitterness creeps in among fans and players.

And sure, with Peyton Manning, one of the 10 greatest quarterbacks to ever play (he’s in my Top 5, along with Montana, Unitas, Brady and Marino), it wasn’t the happiest ending that took place Wednesday. He’s had four neck surgeries in the past two years, the great team around him crumbled, winning only two games last year, and he’s owed a Titanic-sized amount of money.

So it was no surprise when the Colts decided to release No. 18 Wednesday. But check out this snippet from Manning’s farewell press conference. See the real emotion between the owner, Jim Irsay, and Manning. This was done with as much class as possible for a team basically telling a player “We don’t want you anymore.”
It was kind of heartwarming to see Manning get so choked up, talking about the love affair he had with the city of Indianapolis. As fans, it’s how we always want the starts we worship to feel about us, but so rarely do.

It’s sad Manning has to finish his career somewhere else (and for my fellow Jets fans praying he’ll make Met Life Stadium the home for the entire Manning family, I say keep dreaming. He ain’t coming here).

But it was nice to see such an amicable parting, and to see an athlete who loves the city that helped make him famous right back.

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**OK, I’m not even going to try to explain this one. But it appears there is now a sport called TaserBall, where the object of the game is to, well, Tase the opponent. The “sport” is played kind of like soccer, except with giant medicine-ball sized balls, and the way you play defense is to tase the opponent.

“These give out between 3 to 5 milli-amps,”Leif Kellenberger, one of the inventors, said said of the tazers. “It feels like a rubber band snap. It’s shocking but will only make you twitch or drop the ball.”

Yeah, somehow I don’t see this one catching on at your local playground. However, when the announcers at the games say “There’s electricity in the air here tonight,” they will now mean that literally.
Stephen Colbert’s take on this “sport” is here. 

**Finally, while we’re hearing about how evil Iran is these days, and how nuclear war is inevitable, from Andrew Sullivan’s blog comes a YouTube video of a 13-year-old girl, singing some Adele.

As Sullivan points out, this is not just some faceless enemy Israel and/or the U.S. could be at war with. This beautiful young girl with a sweet voice lives there, too.

On Super Tuesday, the Mittster and Santorum solve little. Jon Stewart eviscerates Limbaugh. And Lenny Cooke, a great wasted talent

Super Tuesday came and went Tuesday, and I had a blast sort-of studying for my exam next week and checking the blogs and vote totals as things rolled along.

Some quick-hitting thoughts after a night where not a whole hell of a lot got cleared up in the race to see who gets their butt kicked by Obama in November:

1. Mitt Romney, who will be the nominee because he’s got a big lead in delegates (and we learned in ’08 that delegates is where it’s at), is really, really disliked by broad groups of Republicans. Evangelicals hate him, the South hates him (Rick Santorum easily won Tennessee and Oklahoma, while Newt got Georgia), and non-rich people hate him.
2. In the great history of campaign songs, this immediately vaults up into the Top 5.  It’s Rick Santorum’s two biggest fans singing “Game On.” I beg you to watch this, since it’s, as one YouTuber commented, “the whitest shit I’ve ever seen.”

3. In all seriousness, it’s stunning to see Santorum doing this well. This is not a fluke; while lots of GOP voters see him as “not Romney,” he has tapped into a well of support. The guy got booted out of Pa. a few years ago, and now he’s probably got a reasonable shot of being on the GOP ticket. He’s strong everywhere Romney is weak, and plus, how entertaining would a Biden-Santorum debate be? In the words of Banyan from “Seinfeld,” “gold, Jerry, gold.”

4. There may be no one in the history of mankind who loves himself as much as Newt Gingrich. The more primaries he loses, the more indignant he gets. He will not leave the national stage until he’s tranquilized and dragged off.

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**I haven’t weighed in on the Rush Limbaugh kerfuffle, because really, what’s to say? Guy has always been a Grade A windbag racist and sexist, so getting outraged about him hardly seems worth the effort.
Jon Stewart felt the same way, but happily, he couldn’t resist taking a few jabs.

**Finally, a few words about wasted talent. With March Madness about to get in full swing (and for my college hoop readers, how great has this conf. tournament week been? So much fun), the New York Times decided to look back at one of the great “should’ve been, could’ve been” high school players of all time. Lenny Cooke was once the best high school player in the nation; he was considered by some better than a young LeBron James, and his rags to soon-to-be riches story (he moved in with a wealthy white family to go to school in New Jersey and escape Brooklyn) was told everywhere.

Except, as happens far too often, he listened to the wrong people. He tried to skip college, but then he was passed over by the NBA, got hurt a bunch of times, and now is wildly heavier and out of shape than ever before. His old friend A’mare Stoudemire of the Knicks didn’t even recognize Cooke last year.
It’s a great story by Harvey Araton, but also a pretty sad one.

There’s a special place in hell for agents and AAU coaches who fill a young, naive kid’s head with dreams of glory, then run away as soon as the pot of gold vanishes.

A few words on my awful handwriting, and critiqueing others. The last days of Anthony Shadid, as told by the journalist who tried to save him. And making great art using just salt

**Today, a few words about handwriting, and irony.

If you know me, or were a classmate of mine at any level of school, you are aware I have the worst handwriting known to man. If I’m not the worst, I’m at least in the photo. I’m a lefty, I write fast, and I write sloppily.

It’s a problem that’s plagued me since second grade, when my teacher Mrs. Broudny had the audacity to tell me I had “the worst handwriting she’d ever seen in all her years of teaching.” (Maybe it was true, but do you really tell that to a 7-year-old?)
I learned to type in the fifth grade, and except for greeting cards, writing checks, and illegible phone messages scrawled out, my awful penmanship hasn’t been that big a problem as an adult (As a journalist it had an added benefit: I knew my fellow writers wouldn’t be able to copy my notes).

Still, it’s something I feel badly about.

So when I got into this whole teaching racket into which I’m now dipping a few toes, I knew there’d come a time when I’d have to criticize another kid’s chicken scratchings. I dreaded that time, but alas, that time has come.
On some essays I was grading the other night I told a student on top of his paper that he “needs to work on handwriting.”

It’s the kind of comment I got ALL the time as a student, and it usually stung a little. I felt bad writing it on this kid’s paper, but maybe there’s hope for him yet. Maybe he’ll take the time to improve, and it won’t be a lifelong problem for him.

Maybe he won’t turn out like me. I half feel like going over to him when we return the essays and showing him my writing, to make him feel better. But no, that might only scare him.

Instead, I just sit here with a twinge of irony crawling across my cranium, as I, possessor of illegibility, have criticized anothers.

**My best friend Clay sent this along and it goes right with that clip I posted last week of the dude who made a drawing of Conan O’Brien using only Cheetos.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, art with salt, done by a guy named Bashir Sultani (see more of his amazing work here.)

This is pretty incredible stuff… though I have to believe dude was on drugs when he first started doing this.

**Finally, I wrote a few weeks ago about the tragic death of the journalist Anthony Shadid, a heroic and brilliant war correspondent who died in Syria of, of all things, an asthma attack.

Tyler Hicks, an outstanding war photographer, was with Shadid when he died, and because he did not want Shadid’s reporting to die with him, he has written this excellent dispatch about what life was like in Syria when Shadid passed (If you read only one part, read Page 4, which has the details of his death. Riveting.)

The whole piece is interesting and tragic and well worth reading.

Second-graders give advice on running the country. Tornado tragedy strikes again. And a very cool hockey story from Canada

In the grown-up world, this is a big political week. The GOP presidential candidates are all competing in Super Tuesday primaries tomorrow, with Mitt Romney trying once again to convince people to like him, Rick Santorum garnering all the anti-contraception votes, and Newt Gingrich shouting to be taken seriously. Each of these men claim to have all the answers as to how to fix America.

I say “Poppycock.” Thanks to Charlotte Observer writer Tommy Tomlinson, I’ve found real leaders.
They’re in second grade.
Here are some of the “rules for running the country” Tomlinson heard when he asked the tykes what laws they’d make if they were starting a new country:

— When grownups go to the store, they have to bring back toys!
— You should be able to drive at age 7!
— Everybody can have a rocket that takes you anywhere you want in one second!
— “No punching,” says Lilly Funk.
“Make sure people eat healthy foods – not sugar,” says Maddie Miller.
And maybe the best rule of all…
— Figure out your wants and needs. “You don’t need wants but you need your needs. You have to know the difference.”

I’m ready to cast my vote for Miss Loretta Ricciuti’s class, aren’t you?

**Every year, it seems to get worse and worse. By now surely you’ve heard about the horrible and devastating tornadoes that swept through the Midwest and South on Friday. Thirty-eight people were killed across five states.
Just awful. Words can’t do the destruction justice; check out these photos and see the destruction just a few minutes can do.

**Spent a few hours Sunday watching my first-place New York Rangers play a thrilling game against the Boston Bruins, winning 4-3, but that wasn’t the coolest hockey story of the weekend.

No, it was this one. A  junior team called the Erie (Pa.) Otters suited up only one goalie after an injury to the backup in the previous game. So of course, two minutes into the game in St. Catherines, Ont., the Erie goalie got hurt, and suddenly there was no one to stand behind the pipes.
Except for forward Connor Crisp, who hadn’t played goalie since he was 5. The kid played the whole rest of the game, in goalie skates that were three sizes too small, and made 33 saves in a stunning shutout… OK, no way you’d believe that.
Connor gave up 13 goals, and his team lost 13-4.

But my favorite part of the story? The fans of the other team, the Niagara IceDogs, cheered each save Crisp made, gave him a standing ovation at the end of the game, and Crisp was named the first star.

That’s right, a goalie who gave up 13 scores was the first star. Because he tried, and because he did his best.

God I love hockey, and all the people in it.

For another great read, check out this SI story from last week on the worries of a Hockey Mom after a tragedy in Minnesota.

The author who gave his greatest gift to a dying fan. Duke-UNC, Part Deux. And the 3 Little Pigs, as covered by journalists

I start this Good News Friday with a heartwarming story that I just read about. An author named Harry Turtledove (that’s really his name) has been writing a popular series of books titled “The War That Came Early.” It seems that one of Turtledove’s biggest fans is a terminally ill cancer patient named  Nachu Bhatnagar, who was afraid he might not live to see how the series ended.
So a friend of Nachu’s used the power of social media, and was able to get Turtledove’s publisher to send Nachu an advanced copy of the next book in the series.
But that’s not the best part: The publishing house also arranged for a phone call between Nachu and the author, so Turtledove can inform Nachu how the rest of the series is going to turn out.

This is a story that could ONLY happen in these times. What a beautiful gesture by Nachu’s friend; check out Nachu’s priceless reaction to getting the book here.

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**This thrilled me to no end. As part of a new campaign to announce their policy of “open journalism,” the British newspaper The Guardian decided to put together a really clever commercial. It’s about how the story of the Three Little Pigs would be covered if it happened in 2012. I love it… and I wish more newspapers would advertise on TV like this.

**It’s March, my favorite month of the sports calendar because of what it brings us: March Madness.
Saturday, it’s time again for one of my two favorite days of the college basketball regular season. Saturday, in Cameron: Duke-Carolina. Hard to believe they’d be able to top last month’s incredible matchup, but hey, anything’s possible.
Feeling not so confident about my Blue Devils in this one. They’ve played terribly at home this year, the Heels are mighty pissed about how the last meeting ended, and I just feel like Harrison Barnes is going to go off since Duke has no one to guard him.

Then, I watched the above video, and felt a whole lot better. Go to hell Carolina, go to hell (clap clap)!