This is the first of (perhaps) multiple posts on the tournament of all tournaments. The grandaddy of them all. (Even if that is supposed to refer to the Rose Bowl).
This week, I am writing about something that everyone in this nation can relate to, can understand, can have some sort of knowledge of, even if they have no idea how many points a three-pointer is worth: The NCAA Basketball Tournament.
As I write this post, I am interrupted by meetings with multiple people rushing brackets to me to enter my March Madness pool. (Want in? You have until noon!) Sports fanatics, casual fans, guys just trying to reassure their man-cards, girls looking for shopping sprees, and girls implored by their boyfriends to join the madness are all brought together by the event that makes everyone into a psychic. And, by the way, the girlfriends beat the boyfriends just as often as it goes the other way, this isn’t my first pool.
Aside from the largest ignorant breaking of gambling law this nation has ever seen, the NCAA tournament is a beautiful collection of many elements that takes something as simple as a basketball game and transcends it into something more; it is storied, it is poetic, it is comedic, and it is tragic; it gives us heroes, and burns names of enemies into our hearts; it breaks the hearts of 67 teams, and lifts one into eternal glory.
Perhaps the most beautiful part of the tournament is the cinderella story. The tiny school from the Missouri Valley conference knocks of the Goliath of the Big Brawny Big East. A school by the name of Lehigh knocks of college basketball’s elite in Duke. The #8 seed Butler Bulldogs come within a bounce off the rim from going all the way to cut down the nets, and Shaka Smart and his VCU Rams are forced to play their way into the tournament in the first four then find themselves on the biggest stage in the final four.
Perhaps the greatest story of tournament history was commemorated by the most recent ESPN 30 for 30 film “Survive and Advance.” It told the story of the NC State Wolfpack, and their miracle run in 1983, led by the icon Jim Valvano, recently learning of the cancer that grew inside his body. If you have not seen the film, I highly recommend it, I cried.
And if you haven’t seen his speech in 1993 at the ESPYs please watch. It is about cancer and can teach us all how to live our lives.
And if you want to see a quick cinderella story watch this. It’s how a name like Ali Faroukmanesh becomes a household name.