Ladies And Gentlemen, Start Your Brackets

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Another Selection Sunday has come and gone. Lots of grown men got together, put on suits, stared into cameras and broke down the handy work that some other guys in suits produced from the conference room of an Indianapolis Hilton Garden Inn.

But at last, after all the “eye tests” were conducted and “bodies of work” had been examined, we got our bracket. As is tradition, CBS carries the Selection Show and I watch with baited breath. As a Virginia fan I’ve had a few sweats during the selection show (including the 2000 tournament, where UVa being left out still has to be the biggest screw job in tourney history) but for the most part it’s either been obviously in (unfortunately, not too often until Tony Bennett showed up) or obviously out (Dave Leitao, ladies and gentlemen).

Postcards From Viera: Washington Nationals Spring Training




Spring Training is in full swing, with MLB teams taking the field against one another for the first time today. In Clearwater, the Phillies evidently have some serious rust to shake off.  In Viera meanwhile, the defending NL East Champion Nats are gearing up for a season with incredible expectations. 

Rick Beale, an FSB regular and father of my dear friend Justin is down in Viera to take in the Nationals Spring Training this week. As I look out my window into the dark and icy hellscape of Metro DC, I have to admit I’m extremely jealous. 

Atlantic 11 College Basketball Ballot – Week 9 (Goodfellas Edition)

For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be an Atlantic 11 voter.

Goodfellas is not only my favorite movie, it’s the best movie ever made. That’s a fact. It’s the only movie where if it’s on, I have to stop everything and watch it until the end. I remember for years that  Lifetime (Lifetime!) would air Goodfellas, a curious move that I embraced with open arms. I don’t know, when I think “Television For Women”, I don’t think of Henry Hill berating his wife for flushing $60,000 worth of cocaine down the toilet.  With a running time of 2 hours and 26 minutes, the movie flies by at a frantic pace. It feels much shorter than it is, a testament to Scorcese’s direction and editing.