Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Creeps…

Here’s to a petty pace for the next, oh, 150 days. From day to day until the last syllable of recorded time, we are all lighted fools because this will end in another dusty death. It always does.

Our lives over the next 150 days will be but a walking shadow, a poor player. We will strut and fret these hours upon this stage, and then, after an SEC or Big East team hands it to us in middle March, we will be heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot (that’s me), full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

But nothing can take the shine away from today, because today I ate sausage for breakfast. At 40 years old, that is now a treat as opposed to a staple. So, too, is the first day of the college basketball season. Treat yourself today. Even though Your Team probably has an exhibition yet to play, Your Conference tips off at 4:00pm.

You see, college basketball is different and you know it. There is a banality to the NBA season, arguing about the BCS, New Year’s Eve, the NFL playoffs (every single game), and especially the Super Bowl. Heck, you’ll probably partake in the requisite “pitchers and catchers report in 10 days” conversation. There is a manufactured breathlessness to every one of those events because they are repetitive.

Every single one of those will come and go, again, just as they did last year. It will be like Groundhog’s Day, which also occurs in the middle of college basketball season. Phonies, all.

But not college basketball. It is always different, offering us something new every single season. Even the predictable is unpredictable. (Florida goes back-to-back, then misses the tourney altogether.)

It is sometimes unforgiving. (Think Davidson, Steph Curry, and that kid whose name you’ve forgotten who missed the shot against Kansas.)

There are untold ups and downs: I vividly remember St. Patricks Day 2006 and how I felt with about seven minutes to go in the UNCW/George Washington game. I also remember the final seven plus five, and my closeness to Stella. I also remember what happened next with that team from Fairfax.

Maybe it’s just me, full of sound and fury yet signifying nothing.

But I doubt it.

Welcome to 2008-09.


~ by mglitos on November 11, 2008.

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