If no one is in the gym, does shooting 90% really matter? Just hours away from the Women's National Championship game (UConn, but closer than you think...and when I mean closer, I mean within 18 Pts), I sit down to write my final comments. Based on the clicks and hits Dr. Hoops got this year, I may just write next years blog in a bottle and send it out to sea -- it would get more readers. But, I am an artist and I do this without regard for its commercial success or viability. I have the luxury of writing what I want and not trying to please any studio execs.
Thanks to my two readers and sounding boards: Ed and Dave. While I do it without you every year, your opinions help me shape the blog. I mean, sort of like Glen Beck's opinions -- I disregard them. Nevertheless, it's good to have a variety of views.
Jon, well, Jon I wish you moved to London five years ago. I couldn't be happier.
Henry in Winchester. H, sorry I didn't work you into the rotation enough this year. You are a valuable part of our staff. Your BC/BU/Northeastern/UMASS and Michigan updates were invaluable. I know your mom gets mad when you watch too much basketball and thus I kept your workload to a minimum. One piece of advice while I'm at it: If you want to get back in the good graces of your mom, design an eco-friendly, affordable, chic, sophisticated, sassy -- and of course reusable -- NCAA tournament bracket that doubles as a potholder that's not so feminine that your partner won't use it. Even better if it's tweet-able. Look for a bigger role again next year.
iCarly, your consistent picks and rebounding made all the difference. I am a great shooter -- when given space. Thanks for creating 23 minutes of space for me everyday. We lived life and breathed air and yes, somehow we got there.
Sam, Charlie and Ava: The 1984 Georgetown press ain't got nothing on you. You force me to use all my timeouts in the 1st half of every day -- a talent few teams possess. Especially you Sam. You pick up fouls quicker than Greg Kite. Combined, you are a match-up no team wants to face. Alone, you are a match-up no team wants to face.
Once again, no great endeavor is done alone. While I may be the the bread and the peanut butter, this couldn't have been spread around without my editor and mother of my children, ACS. I've never been more proud of you, or respected you more. Not because you support the entire team hoops or raise the little hoopsters, but because you picked Butler to go to the Final Four. Unbelievable. Let's renew our marriage vows this week while the iron is still hot.Goodnight one and well, one. We'll see you and the 96 teams next year.