It didn’t take long for this year’s NCAA Tournament to live up to its standard nickname. That’s the alliterative one containing the tournament’s month, describing the surprising action that seems to accompany each game. And it started with the first.<\/p>\n
Honestly, I live for this, though I wish things had turned out better for my St. Francis Red Flash, somehow the only tournament team this year I’d actually seen play in person.<\/p>\n
And this year I’m happy to say that I\u00a0did<\/em> procure a copy of yesterday’s\u00a0USA Today<\/em>, complete with “coverage” of said tournament. It’s a little light, sure, but hey, at least I found the thing. And if I need more stats, there is this thing called the Internet. I’ll be scouring it over the next three weeks.<\/p>\n It’s sad, of course, not to see a John Feinstein byline on any of these pieces. Feinstein’s been the gold standard of college basketball writing for 40 years, though as of last week is now reporting from that great press box in the sky.<\/p>\n R.I.P. John Feinstein, but the Madness… marches on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It didn’t take long for this year’s NCAA Tournament to live up to its standard nickname. That’s the alliterative one containing the tournament’s month, describing the surprising action that seems to accompany each game. And it started with the first. … Continue reading