2008 Woodie Awards
Finding ecstasy in Madness
Nelson Gray
Issue date: 3/18/08 Section: Sports
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The arrival of March means that the Big Dance lurks ever so gracefully around the corner, and with last weekend's conference tournament action kick starting the fanaticism, I was once again sucked in by March Madness.
Not to bring about an awkward religious metaphor here, but being that we're right in the middle of Lent, I find it quite necessary. I wouldn't call it a stretch if one were to say that sports is my faith. And since I've already established March Madness as my favorite holiday, then Selection Sunday might as well be my Ash Wednesday.
It's on Selection Sunday that my holiday begins. I gather the names of every team in the field, the ashes if you will, into the forefront of my sports-filled mind. I weigh their every strength and weakness with great detail before scrawling their names across the holy paper that is the March Madness bracket, in this case, my forehead.
Naturally, this holy paper is subsequently crumbled and thrown into the garbage many times before printing out a new piece of blessed tablet and revamping my bracket altogether, but holy it remains.
Upon completing this work of art, I double check my March Madness forecast before going through with the ultimate form of commitment, greater than any diamond ring on a left hand could ever signify: I tape the hallowed bracket on the front of the door to my room.
It is here that everyone can see my prophecy for March Madness. I'm proud. I'm emotional. I am officially sworn in to the binding contract I have consummated.
This whirlwind of emotions I'm feeling on the evening of Selection Sunday, however, doesn't hold a candle to the rollercoaster on which I am about to embark known as the Big Dance.
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posted 3/19/08 @ 9:30 PM PST
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posted 3/20/08 @ 6:16 PM PST
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