People have gone plumb mad.
How can a person sit in front of the TV day and night between Thursday to Sunday and watch nothing but basketball is beyond me?
Wait, I am talking about own brother, and even my.....MOTHER!
It's March Madness!
And, there is a rumbling going on right now within the boundaries of the Wildcat Nation.
Yes, the Kentucky Wildcats have their own nation. It stretches way beyond the outer limits of the universe...way beyond a galaxy far, far away.
Hello, I am the Notorious Meddler and I am a recovering Wildcats fanatic. It's true. All I needed on game day was a radio or a TV, and a pizza place that delivered, and it was GO BIG BLUE!
...and then, Duke defeated Kentucky in 1992.
But, lets not talk about that...
I would rather go back to when it all began -- the 1979 Magic Versus Bird NCAA Final Between Michigan State and Indiana State. It was the nation's top two players going up against one another. Life was good,and it was only the beginning.
I was h-double o-k, hooked, bay-bee!
Then came that fateful night on March 28, 1992. (Refer to the comment I made just five lines ago.)
That night, my poor TV must have been a nervous wreck. I did, after all, threaten to do it harm on more than one occasion by picking it up and throwing it out into the front yard. Poor, poor TV!
Normal U.K. fans will not understand what I am saying when I admit that I was too fanatical about the Wildcats, but I was, and after the greatest college basketball game EVER was over, so was my desire to be so fanatical about the Cats, or for any team or sport for that matter, Well, except the mighy, mighty Bulldogs of CCHS! Oh, don't get me wrong, I love Kentucky Basketball and am glad when we win, but nowadays I am not so into it that it controls me. I tried to watch the Kentucky-West Virginia game Saturday but I fell asleep with two minutes left to play.
According to one dictionary, being a fanatic means wildly excessive or irrational devotion, dedication, or enthusiasm. That's a Kentucky Wildcats fan!
My grandmother is the reason I was a Wildcats fanatic. She was one, too. She would sit in her rocking chair, dressed from head to toe in U.K. blue and white, holding a basketball that had been signed by then-coach, Tubby Smith. She was a die hard fan and always cheered enthusiastically for her beloved Wildcats.
There are over 4.3 million people living in Kentucky and most of them are fanatical about the University of Kentucky men's basketball team.
Once, after the Wildcats had played a poor game, legendary coach, Adolph Rupp, bumped into an elderly lady at the airport. "Sorry ma'am, no offense." She replied, "D--- little defense either."
It's March Madness.
People have gone plumb mad!
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