What’s the beauty of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament?
Why do so many of us get so excited this time of year?
Why is it that even the non-sports fans find themselves tuning in?
Perhaps it’s because of the madness. “March Madness!” We are a curious people. When something maddening occurs, the cameras tend to roll and the audience begins to swell, witnessing something that totally stirs our senses.
Perhaps it’s because of the diversity. Only in the 2013 tournament will you find Spartans and Shockers and far more than waddling Ducks; there also exist multiple masses of Rams, Tigers, Wildcats, and yes, even Aggies!
We sure are a bird-and-bear loving society. We have Cardinals and Jayhawks, even Bluejays, Owls, and Eagles, which are sometimes, actually Golden. Also included are multiple Bruins and Grizzlies. Neither acknowledges our adoration for the dog-family, as we love on those lovable Lobos, Panthers, and wolves — whether belonging to the Wolverines or a Wolfpack.
And can someone please tell me: what is a “Billiken”?
Perhaps it’s because political correctness has flown out the nearest window. Forget those ole’ Mississippi Rebels or the Rebels that run from Las Vegas; look at those agitated athletes (a little violent if you ask me) heralding from Illinois and Notre Dame. We’re actually ok acknowledging that sometimes Fighting is appropriate and necessary.
Perhaps it’s because no one is attempting to convince us that the inexact science of global warming is fact and that the divine has nothing to do with it. We can simply celebrate the domination of Cyclones and Hurricanes, absent the rhetorical, persuasive analysis.
Perhaps it’s because no one works tirelessly to make sure there’s a total separation between church and state; it’s actually ok to acknowledge that good and evil both exist. Why else would we pay homage to both Blue Devils and Demons in addition to the Crusaders? (Granted, society does tend to pay a little more attention to the evil…)
Perhaps it’s because there exists no racial nor ethnic discrimination. Aztecs and Gaels — multiple Gaelic groups, in fact — receive ample attention. So do the Crimson and Orange. Thank God, there is no criticism based on the color of their skin nor the distinctiveness of their heritage. There is also no praise solely for that reason either. The true colorblindness of this tournament is attractive.
Perhaps it’s because it fulfills our societal fascination with the royals. Princess Kate and Prince William can effectively reside outside the paparazzi’s limelight, while we focus on James Madison’s Dukes instead.
Perhaps it’s because there’s no loud, articulated fears of extinction. Bison and Buffaloes are equally hunted, although they do face the possibility of elimination, just not this year via the hands of the Explorers. (Note that there’s no passionate pursuit of increased gun control to tame the Cowboys either.)
Perhaps it’s simply that it’s fun. How often do we cheer on athletic Hoyas, Hilltoppers, and speedy young Jackrabbits? And the Zips? Oh, how I love to say their name!
Or perhaps… perhaps… it’s because in this 64 team tournament, what wins is the humility it takes to play together, to develop effective teamwork and admirable chemistry. The person who plays for his own power and praise does not typically succeed. It is a team sport. It is not about “me.” And at the end of the game — win or lose — there is a shaking of hands; there is a respect for not only the game but for the people who play it. Perhaps as much as possible, this is one activity where arrogance, money, and power have not polluted the outcome. Thank God.
P.S. Go Big Ten. Go Ducks… waddling or not.
Respectfully,
AR