The Alamodome - San Antonio, Texas


I can't stop now - I'm in too deep.  Tomorrow I fly to Texas to see The Final Four. 

Two weeks ago this tournament started with 64 teams.  I witnessed eight of them, including UCLA, slug it out at Anaheim's Honda Center.

Sixteen teams entered play last weekend and I monitored the games from Las Vegas.

Now just four teams remain and I need to see how this whole kerfuffle plays out - in person.  My associate Craig has secured tickets for Saturday's semi-finals and Monday night's championship game in San Antonio.  I've secured lodging for us in nearby Austin.  It's a bunk bed.  I've already dibbed (dibsed?) bottom.


The Alamo - San Antonio, Texas


Epiphany - William Travis said* at the Alamo, "One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name."  Travis was hip to the sad math that rules our lives: 99% Boilerplate plus 1% Moments -  "Moments" being those tiny nuggets of time that give our existence its texture, its soul.  We're following this tournament to its conclusion because of the abundance of Moments it has already served up, and because of the riches that still await.



*Actually, the actor (Patrick Wilson) who played Travis in the 2004 movie said this.  In real life, who knows?  In real life all the white guys were killed. But our point still stands.