And after all those upsets…

I tell my students all the time… ignore the outliers.

After all the upsets and crazy buzzer-beater endings what did we end up with? Arguably the best two teams playing each other.

Complaints?

None.

Predictions?

Well, I’ll admit I’ve got a selfish reason to see Gonzaga finish off its perfect season.

My bracket was busted long ago, so I’m not winning any big contests or anything, just the possibility of winning a small contest in my own home. That would be me versus the missus, who has a narrow lead on me going into the final. She’s got Baylor, I’ve got Gonzaga. See where this is going? This one’s for all the marbles.

No money, just 11 months of bragging rights.

And oh boy that’s worth about a billion dollars right there.

Yeah, I’ve been at this a while

Such a delight to see the team of my youth, they known as the Bronx Bombers, face off yesterday against their division rival Toronto Blue Jays. Never mind the final score or the arctic conditions. Consider the Blue Jays’ infield, which featured Vladimir Guerrero Jr. at first base, Bo Bichette at shortshop, and Cavan Biggio at third.

Do those surnames sound familiar?

It’s gotten to the point I am now watching children of players with whom I grew up.

Have I been doing this for an entire generation?

Yeah, pretty much.

And it’s been fantastic.

Match not made in heaven

Two of my favorite musicians of all time are Paul McCartney and Beck.

Imagine my surprise in discovering this week that those two have combined forces on a new single. It’s called “Find My Way,” and yeah, it’s available everywhere.

Available. Not one I need to listen to often.

Still like those guys.

Better as friends than as a couple.

Still trying to find their way.

(I couldn’t decide which closer I liked better so I used them both.)

Look on the bright side

There are a billion things wrong with this year’s NCAA Tournament (and COVID life in general), but this one they got right. Due to travel restrictions or time needed to disinfect the courts or some such thing the third and fourth-round games of this year’s tournament are being played Saturday-Tuesday, not Thursday-Sunday.

Why does this matter? Well, it means there’s still more basketball tonight and tomorrow.

Ordinarily I’d balk at the idea of playing games until midnight on a school night…

Spring Break, baby!

Food week concludes with this little morsel…

Gotta hand it to long-established, big-name brands still experimenting with new creations decades into their existences.

Reese’s putting pretzel bits in their peanut butter cups? Safe choice, but no less delicious.

Coca-Cola mixing orange and vanilla to its classic blend? (Actually I’ve been doing that one for years.)

And the good folks at Nabisco, putting out… wait for it… Strawberry Donut Oreos.

Wow.

The world just keeps getting more interesting all the time.

What’s in a name?

New treat for the day is “party cake”-flavored marshmallow Peeps.

Party cake.

Either birthday cake is copyrighted, or the Peeps peeps just want to be inclusive of everyone. You know, for like people who don’t have birthdays.

Labor of Love

One year ago I started a “quarantine goal” of reading–yes, reading–every single issue of Playboy magazine cover to cover. Issues started in December 1953. So far I’ve made it to August of 1961.

Yeah, I’ve still got a ways to go. I forgot that those early issues are like full-length novels. Indeed, there are in fact some full-length novels serialized in those early Playboy issues (Fahrenheit 451, anyone?).

Luckily we’ve got a little more quarantine to go.

And let’s face it, this one isn’t exactly a chore.

Three cheers for upstate New York

Among other oddities regarding this year’s NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament there is this: three schools from upstate New York (real upstate New York) are dancin’ in 2021.

The last time Syracuse, St. Bonaventure, and Colgate all made the Big Dance?

Anyone?

Yup. Never!

Add in “upstate” New York Iona (it’s upstate if you live in the city or “way the hell upstate” if you live on Long Island) and you’ve got a new Tobacco Road along the Hudson-Erie Corridor.

This is basketball country.

Everybody start dancin’

Last year I totally got cheated out of this thing we call “March Madness.” (Is that copyrighted? Can I say that?)

Not this year, baby!

Georgetown! Iona! Mount St. Mary’s! And those giant-killers from the America East Conference, the Hartford Hawks.

Oh, this Dance is gonna be good.