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March Madness or Gladness?

It’s that time of year!

It’s that time of year!

What a wonderful, long weekend of NCAA basketball upsets we just had! March Madness once again lives up to its name.

With the Mister and our younger son out of town at a disc golf tournament, I didn’t have to share the big-screen Samsung with anyone. Which meant I could work the remote (switching among all four TV stations the games were on) and, especially, the mute button (hate those AT&T commercials with suit guy and the little kids!) as much as I pleased.

It was sheer bliss!

Well, except when my alma mater Illinois failed to knock off Miami last night. Not that I had the Illini winning in my bracket, but I would’ve loved if they had busted it.

Hate all those green X’s.

Hate all those green X’s.

Speaking of brackets, here’s mine so far. Woeful prognostication! Despite that, though, I’m looking very good in the competition against the Mister, the kid, and eight others, mostly because I’m the only one with my Final Four still playing.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that they’ll live to see Atlanta. But I remain hopeful.

Meanwhile, the Mister is practically out of the competition, because he went with his heart instead of his head and picked Gonzaga to win the title. I didn’t think they’d even make the Final Four.

The real excitement for the three of us, though, is how well Florida Gulf Coast is playing. A relatively new school, this no-name has won two games and is the first 15th seed to make the Sweet 16! Why do we care?

We’ve dropped a few bucks in a random tournament squares pool. Three of our teams—Virginia Commonwealth, Creighton, and South Dakota State—have returned to their studies. But our fourth team is FGCU! I had never heard of them and figured that VCU might be our best shot. But so far FGCU is giving us points.

Maybe we’ll break even for a change!

If It’s March, Then There’s Madness

Whoever coined the term “March Madness” was quite prophetic: When your NCAA basketball bracket gets busted, you can’t help but be mad!

Or in my case, when your bracket gets annihilated and blown to bits.

As usual, our family has its own NCAA basketball pool. I was the champion prognosticator two years ago, while the Mister snagged the top accolade last year. This time the Mister will be dethroned for one simple reason: He didn’t fill out a bracket. The #2 son, who is our pool master, kept reminding him, but he was nursing a bad cold and missed the deadline.

Not that I feel sorry for him at all . . . well, except that I really wanted to beat him. Isn’t that what those marriage vows were all about: “Love, honor, and compete fiercely for the title of top family NCAA basketball bracketologist?”

Georgia Tech and Ohio State battle in the second round.

My #2 son takes filling out his bracket very seriously. He scopes out the odds on ESPN.com, weighing the pros and cons of each team before deciding. Meanwhile, my #1 son mostly just picks the higher-seeded team. As for me, I try to choose as many upsets as possible (we get extra points for those) and select more winners according to my heart than my head. Which always gets me in trouble.

Like with the University of Houston, the Mister’s alma mater. I went with my heart and penciled in the Cougars for two upset specials. So, of course, they lost in the first round. #2, who is a huge UH fan, didn’t pick them at all . . . smart boy! I did manage to snag two upsets: Washington over Marquette and Old Dominion over Notre Dame. But, like so many people, I missed most of the key shockers. Northern Iowa, where in the world have you been hiding?!?

Right now #1 is leading me by one point and his younger brother by two. I would seem to be in a good position. But my brackets are in shambles (I’m talking about you, Kansas and Villanova!). I had Villanova and Kansas in the Final Four, with KU winning the entire kit and kaboodle. #2 opted for Syracuse to win it all, so he might have the best chance to be crowned as our family’s top prognosticator.

We’re looking forward to two more interesting weekends of March Madness!

Love the Basketball, Hate the Commercials

I’m sick of the Capital One ads!

I could watch the NCAA tournament for hours . . . and I do. My two BFFs when I’m in my chair with my feet up on the ottoman? My MacBook for surfing the web and the mute button on the remote.

KGB = UGH!

Why the mute button? Because the commercials are repetitious and inane . . . and driving me insane!

Southwest Airlines’s commercial is the most-obnoxious one.

The worst of the bunch has to be Southwest Airline’s “Bags Fly Free” commercial. It was awful the first time I saw it; it grates on my nerves every time it’s on. You’ve never seen anyone hit the mute button so fast!

These stupid, annoying commercials just add to my March Madness!

What’s in the Clouds?

9342-cloudsOr rather who is in the clouds?

As you can see, I’ve changed my header photo for April. I took the photo, because I saw a face in the clouds on the right side. Whose face is it? Comment and let me know what you think!

March Madness ends tonight

Does it really matter who wins the NCAA men’s basketball title? Really? The Mister beat me out for top family prognosticator with his North Carolina pick (he has them winning the championship). His first question? “What do I win?”

“It was for pride,” I said. He seemed unimpressed. I would’ve been thrilled to have won. Darn you, Villanova!

Sportline ThinQ pedometer

Sportline ThinQ pedometer

Steppin’ out

The #2 son had an important disc golf tournament this weekend, Texas States at Tom Bass Park in Pearland. I tagged along with him for 18 holes Saturday afternoon and 24 holes Sunday morning taking photos. But I added something to my usual equipment of the Nikon D300 and beloved Nikon 70-200mm lens . . . a Sportline ThinQ pedometer. I’ve always wondered how many steps we take during these tournaments, and now I know: About 10,000 for 18 holes and 14,000 (about six miles) for 24 holes. Aren’t you glad I’m always willing to take the blog hit in the name of technology?

Pearland's presidential fever

Pearland's presidential fever

More Pearland presidents

More Pearland presidents

Mini Mt. Rushmore plus

Pearland ain’t anywhere close to Mt. Rushmore, but when you drive down Hwy. 288 just past Beltway 8 and look to your right, there in a field literally in the middle of nowhere are presidential heads. Six of ’em, just sitting there enjoying the view of cars whizzing by day and night. Apparently, this is the planned Presidential Park and Gardens WaterLights District . When it’s done, 42 of our presidents will be watching the highway. And people like me will be driving down the feeder road, (safely) stopping, and taking photos.

Why is the first President George Bush among this first set of presidents? This is Texas, y’all. That’s how we roll.

A good upshot by #2

A good upshot by #2

Speaking of disc golf . . . .

Did you really think I wasn’t going to mention how #2 did at the tournament? Out of the 36 in the recreational division (33 were adults), #2 had a tremendous final round (second best in the division) and moved up nine places to finish tied for 11th! He won $63 in plastic (discs, that is). I managed to keep my photographic focus mainly on the disc golf action. Mainly but not always, of course.

Those cute purple wildflowers

Those cute purple wildflowers!