March is upon and so is the end of college basketball as we know it for the academic year but like all things it must end in the most encompassing way possible. It must be done up more than necessary and then shown that while flawed any other way of life is just useless. I am speaking of course of the NCAA Men’s College basketball tournament. This tournament has been around for 75 years and has redefined the way we all look at collegiate basketball. It gives teams a chance to show what they’re made of and a chance for history to be written anew.
St. John’s isn’t in the tournament this year (my college) but while I don’t really mind that it hurts the morale of the people a little. However there are 68 other teams waiting for their time to cut down the nets. My pick to win in it all has been a well thought out choice of randomness. But my choice to win in it all when there isn’t any clear cut number one is a number one though. Louisville is going to cut the nets down after they win in it all. However my sleeper pick would have to be Butler. They seem to stay around every year and have even won a tournament not too long ago. No matter what though this tournament is one for the ages.
For some reason, I do not know why, but I love everything that has to do with the country of Great Britain. There is just something about this country and I can’t tell what it is. Whatever it is this weekend I waited for Nemo to unleash its wrath, which it didn’t, I watched the basic basketball, college sports, until I came upon the BBC America channel again. They were showing the Six Nations tournament which, I have stated in a previous post but the two teams playing were the Irish who I had no real opinion about then on the other side there were the British. Immediately my attention was turned towards the game and all the college and pro hoops would have to wait a while.
Rugby is good, really but if I’m not playing then I want to see the British play it. After watching the 80 minutes of this match on the pitch, I looked up at the score and saw that we had won. It hit me then that what I was, I was a fan. I had gone past the role of spectator to the role of player to the true fan. I now view the game and the team of England as part of myself, I realized that Rugby has now reached a level that one other has in my idea of fandom. Rugby in my mind is now equal to baseball but for now it will only be limited to when I watch it.
Rugby wasn’t the only sport in which they dominated. Soccer is another sport that has pique my interest in the past year and a half. Manchester United won 2-1 and now are gearing up for their upcoming matches in the Copa Del Rey. THis tournament features the best teams in the world. And I feel that they are ready to pounce and with the right momentum they could pull an upset and win it all.
Finally we have the return of the greatest sport of all. Today, early this morning pitchers and catchers reported. This happening may not be big to those who are outside of the sports world but to those who anything and for the sports fans everywhere its a mini Christmas in the middle of this gray, boring month. Now the start of the actual season is more than a month away but to me it feels like more than just beginning of a new season its, a new beginning where every team can win it all. For me however I hope that my San Francisco Giants can repeat and make this a dynasty.
What can I say, I love rugby. This American boy from New York’s Harlem has become smitten with the sport that turns our football on its head. Rugby makes all other sports look feminine, its a sport for men and women who are brave enough to get knocked back and have their character tested like nothing else could. Football has a offensive side and a defensive side in Rugby however, their is simply a team that has one of two goals get the ball into the goal zone or stop the other team. Sure there are differences and similarities of the two games but in the end Rugby will always win out.
This brings me to my point, the Six Nations tournament taking place now in the U.K., Scotland, and parts of Ireland. As in the name its comprised of six teams each representing their nation. This tournament has brought me nothing but joy. America is slowly accepting into their homes and in the mud stains uniforms of the players who play this true sport for the ages. My hope is to one day be able to play this sport, while not on a national level but in a league where there are others who share my passion. This American Boy may have grown up a Packers fan in the days of Favre and Rodgers but there is always space in my heart for anything rugby it seems.