A certain team caused my heart to stop yesterday. Over and over and over again.
A certain game, squeaked out on the hardwood, caused me labored breathing - so much so I was almost convinced I needed an ambulance.
An awkward, emotion-laden story about a certain former coach...
and his beloved replacement...
has my stomach in knots!!!!
But, I can't talk about it. I can't mention names. I can't chant the chant.
I can't even talk about it on the air (anymore than absolutely necessary to do my job). So, if you notice Jeff reading most of the tournament stories, that's on purpose. I can't do it.
Since I can remember, I've picked my alma mater to go the distance. They've sat, center stage for years, on the pieces of paper I pin up at my desk. But I can not tell you anymore than that.
It's 20 years in the making, and I....can....not....jinx....it!!!!
Not a word!
Not until Tuesday.
Until then, I'm loading some of 1988 Billboard's Greatest Hits into my iPod: Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns N Roses; Love Bites, Deaf Leopard; Push It, Salt-N-Pepa; Welcome to the Jungle, Guns N Roses; Never Gonna Give You Up, Rick Astley; Got My Mind Set on You, George Harrison; (have to throw a little of this next one in for my little sister) Please Don't Go Girl, New Kids On the Block; Hungry Eyes, Eric Carmen; Could've Been, Tiffany; (One of my all-time favs) Parents Just Don't Understand, DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince; Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car, Billy Ocean.