A good day for an egg hunt with Anna. Will check in on Monday.
… You’re never gonna get it….for those who know Barenaked Ladies…you get my joke. For those who don’t….good tune. Was I surprised Michigan State got smoked? No. Carolina is just that good. Some odd observations from the Final Four: 1) Ford Field has some amazingly unintelligent people working security. Some doors were wide open for access, others were acting like Jack Bauer and being too good at their jobs; 2) Why did they drop maize and blue confetti at the end? For TV purposes? Nothing says fun than trying to write on deadline while pieces of paper attack you from the sky; 3) The national media whines too much. I am sorry it snowed. I am sorry the shuttle busses were late. I am sorry for the potholes. I am sorry some of the rooms in the Ren Cen weren’t clean when you checked in. Carry on; 4) I worry for Tom Izzo’s vocal cords. I hope he can have a voice in like 10 years; 5) Ford Field makes really yummy oatmeal cookies; 6) Dick Vitale has a very big heart and understands he has had a blessed life; 7) 8 Mile is a mythical place for out-of-towners, seemingly disappointed when it’s not bombed out in on all sides of Detroit; 8) And I vow to get to bed before 2 a.m. and not work 7 days per week following tall people around and listening to their cliches. Seacrest out.
So the Final Four has started here in Detroit, with Michigan State facing UConn. And where am I? After going down to the floor to see if I could find Billy Schrage – and I did – I decided to go back upstairs to watch on TV. I gave up my courtside seat to let my colleagues working the game have a better view. I am not writing on this game, doing the second game. I could go up to the press box, but watching a basketball game from 7 stories up ain’t fun. TV is better. So I am here, watching it the same way you do at home – on TV.
Sitting here, again, too early in the AM, in yet another airport. This time Logan in Boston. Watching something interesting. This is apparently the last day Northwest will be known as Northwest. Delta everything kicks in today in Detroit and tomorrow elsewhere. A lot of the gate people here seem to be very sad. There is a lot of hugs going on, and some are wearing flowers on their lapels. They’re leaving this terminal in Boston and will all be Delta tomorrow. Mergers have a funny way of erasing the loser. It used to be Northwest Orient. Then Northwest. And now, only Delta. Northwest and I have had a love-hate relationship: love when they upgrade me, hate when they lose my luggage and never find it and never take responsibility for 5 months. But losing your company identity, especially if this is where you’ve worked for a while, is sad. Bye Bye NWA.
Sports is about emotion. Winners, losers, the fans, etc. It’s fun being around people are so happy, such as the Villanova basketball team last night in Boston. They were giddy, with everybody from the coach to the players acting like little boys on Christimas. But being around the other side, the heartbroken Pitt team, was awful. The last thing they wanted to do is be dragged up on a podium, have bright lights trained on them, and have a bunch of reporters ask what went wrong a mere 15 minutes after they lost the game. You feel guilty. Or should I say, I FEEL guilty. You want to let them have their moment of agony in private. Instead, you have to be the person with the sharp stick poking them with questions. It’s the job, blah, blah, blah, and yes, the teams understand the drill. But it’s still a horrible moment to be a witness to. I’d rather stick with the happy people.
I am the anti-NCAA Tournament bracket person. I’d rather enjoy the games for what they are, and I don’t gamble. I went and checked the aforementioned bracket I had to do for the paper’s online contest. Basically, I wanted to see how badly I may look against the other sportswriters/columnist/editors from the Freep and News, since we’re all pitted against each other. Guess what…I am winning! How did that happen? Take that! And I still don’t care! 🙂
Sports writers are typically a hardened, sacrastic lot. We are there to witness, and often pass quick judgement on the winners and losers. Sometimes it’s fun to get to know the people, then have the chance to root for them from afar, maintaining my professional cover. I have to admit, in a very dorky way, how moved I was to see the Michigan State student body and men’s hoops team to rush the floor to celebrate the women knocking off No. 1 Duke. That happens all the time in the men’s game. Not that often for the women. And to see it happen to some people I knew a little, all the better. So I could sit in a hotel room in Boston and mist up a little. If I was in East Lansing, I would probably have been more worried for the safety of my body and laptop, as people may have been jumping over me to get on the floor. One thing that made me smile, watching the chaos on ESPN….seeing 6-9 center Allyssa DeHaan sticking out of the happy scrum. She can’t hide anywhere, even in a mob filled with basketball players.
Nothing is better than seeing the tulips start to sprout, the crocuses bloom, and the birdies come to build their nests in my awnings. I don’t even mind. The kitties love to see the birdies, and I love to see them ushering spring for real. This has been such a disgusting winter. Too cold, too much snow, and just depressing. But no more. Bye bye winter. C’mon tulips!! 🙂
OK. Fine. I think I am the only person on earth not doing an NCAA tournament bracket. It’s not fun for me, did them long ago, and just got out of it. It’s work for me. I feel like I am at look. I have to get invovled in this tournament for the paper, so why do I want to continue working, and lose money in the process, my doing more brackets? I like how it makes people happy, that’s great. I am going to wait until Northwestern gets into the tournament. And then I will do one bracket just to pick them 🙂
This is very much a work in progress..so bear with me!