How come we become inspired (used loosely) after two beers? The two beer buzz is revered in many cultures like the Irish or fraternal clans. It allows otherwise tongue-tied adolescent men to approach that hottie at the bar or, more personally, that blonde beauty at the Zac Brown concert. I sprawled out in my hot tub tonight with the sun barely relaxing over the mountain top and my four beer equivalent of the the two beer buzz found a moment of inspiration. It wasn't much, but good enough to require action.
I like to argue, hear myself speak, and see the eloquent flow of words that dribble out from my mouth land on a blank page of Microsoft Word. I mainly think of great things to write and soon lose the desire to follow up, but the two (four) beer buzz has taken her hold and I believe it is as good a time as any to publish.
I know this blog will be riddled with clique, but that's pretty much ingrained in sports so I'm not worried about it . It was only fitting that the game came down to a final shot as Laettner and Hill would prefer it.
My heart sank the as soon as LaQuinton Ross became enshrined in Ohio State history. I thought about the Tweets and Facebook posts that cluttered cyberspace and an anger grew inside me. Images of the team that climbed to #3 in the Nation early in the season flashed into my mind and just as quickly faded to that of the squad that fell from the rankings and hobbled into the tourney. Soaked with the jets gently massaging my lats, I recalled how much negativity weighed on this team. How can you go out and give your all when the President doesn't believe in you? Well the 'Cats quickly put the Commander in Chief out of the White House pool. Surely Matt Damon had put a formula on the chalk board to stop Mark Lyons before he finished waxing the hallway floors. Nope.
Arizona was by no means built to go far in the NCAA with a crew of freshmen handling significant playing duty and a converted point guard transfer. When I clicked on my Facebook feed after the clock hit 00:00 I was met with reassurance that the Arizona faithful would remain just that. Nothing but well deserved praise and optimism for an extremely young team with a highly touted recruiting class.
So in not so many words, thank you. Thank You for shutting up the President, thank you for quietly climbing to national rankings and spotlighting the team for recruits, thank you for four years Hill, thank you for making the second weekend significant, thank you for Bearing Down.
It is my every hope that this will become a expansive blog of life including sports, political views, religious undertones, relevant historical comparisons, favorite dinosaur analysis, bowling recaps and enough other stuff to keep someone entertained.
Oh, I came up with a sign off too...
I am not a objective observer... because I bleed Red and Blue and my heart beats "Bear Down, Arizona."
