Sitting on the couch for a month during the Great Drought—that seemingly eternal period between the Super Bowl and Opening Day of MLB—isn't something I'd recommend for people in pain. You find yourself awake at 3 a.m. on a Wednesday and staring at the Venezuelan Women's X-treme Goat Milking Competition on The Deuce. (Looks like Lupe "The Tweaker" Valdez walks away with it this year.) Either that or yet another PGA invitational that should be renamed "Let's Just Give Tiger the Friggin' Trophy and Go Home Already." (Sorry, golf fans. I'm not big on golf; the athletic equivalent of checking the mail, in my opinion. But more on that in a future post.)
There's always NASCAR, but driving in a circle for six hours is only interesting to me when one of the cars has fewer than four tires touching the pavement. I tried to watch the Auto Club 500 from the California Speedway in Fontana on Feb. 24. The race started late because of rain and was delayed almost constantly due to the bad weather. There were so many flags, it looked like the U.N. had exploded. By lap 82 they'd already had seven cautions and they finally stopped the thing at 2 a.m. and postponed it to the next day. It was finally won by Carl Edwards, who, I think, wrote "Blue Suede Shoes."
Well I'm back on my feet and getting ready for March Madness and Championship Week. On the local front, it was good to see Albany's Siena Saints clinch a berth; winning the Metro this week by riding Rider 74-53. Looking forward to Orange vs. Nova this afternoon. But the most fun I've had is watching UNC-Asheville's 7-foot-7, 360-pound center, Kenny George, the country's tallest player. George has an inch and 50 pounds on Yao, half a foot and 35 pounds on Shaq, and, although he's the same height as Manute Bol was when he entered the NBA, George is nearly 130 pounds heavier than the Sudanese Skyscraper. Watching his opponents shooting futilely over his massive bulk was like watching preschoolers trying to fling rocks over a redwood tree. The Bulldogs didn't make the party this year but it may be worth catching the NIT just to see George slam without leaving the ground, and stand in the paint swatting away layups like so many gnats.
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