The Big Dance, as you know, isn’t really a dance.
In 1977, when Al McGuire—the coach of Marquette—said he would wear his lucky blazer to the Big Dance, he was referring to the NCAA tournament.
Marquette, of course, went on to make Milwaukee proud by winning it all.
Later that year, something else happened in Milwaukee—I was born.
In other words, it’s been my destiny to blog about this nonsense.
As such, without further ado, here are a few hints that March Madness is upon us.
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You start ignoring your kids even more than usual.
9
You convince yourself that chicken wings are lean protein.
8
Having to work on weekdays totally pisses you off.
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You declare an immediate moratorium on all non-basketball talk.
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You actually give a sh*t about Lipscomb and Wofford.
5
You pick up gambling—again.
4
Your wife starts calling you deadbeat—again.
3
You still have no idea what’s going on in your friends’ lives—except that they watch basketball.
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You realize that in terms of beer, you’re a 1 seed.
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You realize that in terms of life, you’re a 16 seed.
