March Madness

So as everyone knows, this time of year is called March Madness. It's when you're pissed off on selection Sunday or after any of the following rounds because, A. Your bracket is trash, or B. Your team just got beat like they stole something. My question is this. Why do we, or I to be more exact, subject myself to this year after year. It's painful. The only time MM doesn't make you want to run your truck through a crowd of the other schools fans is when you win the whole thing. Now all this being said, my bracket is filled out, my upsets are highlighted, and I've found a way to watch every single game. The best years are the years my team, Kansas State, doesn't make it in, because I can just enjoy every game for what it is and nothing is on the line. And yes I know, I go to Kansas, how can I root for anyone other than the best basketball program in the history of fucking ever, I hate Kansas fans. You guys are grade a Delta Bravo's. Take your popped collars and rage over getting the wrong color BMW and shove them up your ass. Missouri fans are the worst of them all though. They hate KU for all the same reasons as me, and to top it off, they want nothing more than to be exactly like KU. Do you see what tournament time does to me? I go off on random rants of rage against fellow college students for their collegiate offiliations. So to my point, this is the greatest time of the year, until baseball season starts, and that's the best until football season starts, and then basketball starts up again. I should be a sports writer so I can get paid to be a sports watcher. Hell I'll learn to like soccer. Go Sporting KC! See I can do it.

The relativism of being tired

I am tired. Physically and mentally. I work about 40 hours every week, I'm taking a full load of classes at KU, and am newly married. I've not had a real day off in a long time and am feeling the effects. Part of me feels very selfish for feeling this way. I know people that work way harder than me for their whole lives and don't complain once, but as for me, right now, at 10:40pm on this warm March night, I'm tired. Sleep is near, and I know I'm going to need more than I get tonight. But come Sunday, my ass is getting out of bed whenever I feel like it. It's spring break next week. Too bad this doesn't apply to work. I want to go fishing. I want to get in my truck with Lauren, my wife, and go find a nice little camp ground by a lake and set up camp for a few nights. I want to lay out on my couch with the windows open and an ice cold beer and watch baseball all day. I want to do a whole lot of nothing and have that be ok with everyone. I want to take a nap without setting an alarm. I want to grow a mountain man beard and whittle a piece of wood into a miniature sailboat while smoking a corn cob pipe. I want to watch spongebob while eating a giant bowl of cereal when I wake up at noon.....


I'd settle for a day off though.