March Madness. And a little name dropping.

First, thanks to Nancy, aka The Asparagus Queen, for suggesting the following topic.
Whew. The Super Bowl is over, the Packers are the champs, and I haven't seen Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes since that game. Could he be related to the Rooneys that own the Steelers and is keeping a low profile?  Nah. Probably not. Anyway, all the hoopla over beer commercials and Christina Aguilera botching the national anthem is fading away in the rear view mirror.
But what's that faint rumbling sound off in the distance? Is it an approaching thunderstorm? An earthquake? A swarm of locusts? Did Charlie Sheen's plane just touch down at Metro?
Nope. It's water coolers in offices all across the country. They're beginning to vibrate in anticipation of what is coming soon. That can only mean one thing. March Madness draws near.
Every high school with a basketball team theoretically has a shot at glory. I admit I don't know much about the prep scene, other than I'm pretty sure I was there once. Besides, I hear something else. Not sure, but it might be Scott Burnstein getting his always insightful bytes revved up for showtime. Or maybe it's the mighty Kosmo putting his crystal ball through a dynomometer test to see if it will withstand the high RPM's involved when crunch time comes. Yours truly once went all the way to Alcatraz to score a couple Kosmo shirts. The K-man drives a hard bargain sometimes. At any rate, those guys are good and they'll be all over it.
And then there's the NCAA hoops tournament. This is the time when memos, spread sheets, accounts receivable, bomb threats, incoming nukes, an alien invasion, or even Hillary and Rush lip-locking next to your water cooler would be ignored in favor of a higher calling. Bracketology.
It's also the time when the staffs in every office don't have much to worry about while goofing off. That's because the boss is still behind closed doors wondering how in the hell his/her #3 seed got knocked off by a #14 in the opening round. Everybody in the office knows it, so they don't want to show their faces. It kind of works out, in that way.
Dark horse and cinderella stories are nice, but realistically there's usually only 5-6 teams, both men or women's, that have a legitimate shot at being champions. (And yes, Deb, that includes your beloved Pat Summit and her Lady Vols, but I still think she and Geno should get into the "octagon" and settle it once and for all).
And then what happens? The Tigers will be, yawn, underway. The Pistons are a mess. The Lions don't even know if they'll be playing next year, the Europeans are dominating golf, and wake me up when the Red Wings start the playoffs. NASCAR has mandated their drivers race in CoT cars, as in Car of Tomorrow. That acronym could be interpreted in other ways. Crashes on Tracks. Close on Tri-ovals. Calamity on Tires. Some might even say it's Called obvious Tedium, until the "chase" starts in the fall.
And then there's....
Wait a sec...  Uh oh. My #1 source Janet just informed me that Nancy works for a law firm. With a bunch of legal eagles and all that.
In that case, I have a correction to make. I formally retract my opening statement and humbly apologize for calling her the Asparagus Queen.
Make that the ALLEGED Asparagus Queen.
Whether I know anything about sports or not is debatable, but like Dirty Harry once said -- a man has to know his limitations.