Everybody has a favorite time of year and for me it has always been the month of March because of the conference and NCAA basketball tournaments. March Madness has barely begun and I am already wiped out and exhausted.
The madness began in our household on Sunday when my dad’s team, Queens College locked up a spot in the NCAA DII tournament, by winning their conference tournament. Although I am on the opposite side of the country we were able to watch the game via the internet. (The wonders of modern technology). Of course this left me with no choice but to book a flight to New York so that we could support the man who rarely missed any of his children’s games. On Wednesday I packed up the two kids, my husband dropped us at the San Jose airport for the red eye to New York and several hours later my husband was picking us back up as the plane was having some form of technical difficulty. LOTS OF FUN sitting in an airport with two children for hours. Needless to say we will be watching the game tonight on the internet.
Yesterday all we did was watch the Big East tournament on television and nothing else mattered. Dishes remained in the sink, beds unmade and children swinging from the chandeliers. The great thing about living on the west coast is that when you wake up, the games are already on! The heartbreaking part is that if you grow up near Madison Square Garden attendance at the Big East Tournament is mandatory and that is hard to do if you are living on the west coast. I almost felt as if I was there because I watched the Syracuse vs. UConn game with one of my old teammates from Hofstra, April Fitzpatrick. She lives on the opposite coast but that’s why they invented text messaging. It was just like old times when we sat next to each other on the Hofstra bench; yelling at the referees, second guessing coaches, imploring players to go harder and loving the fact that walk-ons and third stringers decided the outcome in what has to be one of the greatest games in the history of the Big East Tournament.
March Madness strikes everyone at some point. I spoke to my mom this morning who was driving to Philadelphia to cheer my dad on tonight. She could hardly form a sentence since apparently she stayed up until 2am watching the UConn/Syracuse game. Did I mention she and my sister took half days from work so that they can get to the game in time? I have to run now the Georgia Tech game is about to begin and I am hoping they can pull off another upset.
FOR NOW I am hoping to get out of my pajamas before noon!
