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Via FOC Spencer, your guide to surviving March Madness. If you can get them to put on the real tournament when it starts, or an actual sport worthy of the name until then, you are a better man than the Cod, who has to resort to Beef O'Brady's just in order to enjoy his God given right to eat a cheeseburger and watch Chara wreck shop. Also worthy of note is how this evokes The Great Outdoor Fight.
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The last time that I was in a bar during March Madness was in Saratoga Springs, a bastion of conservative Republicans, on March 19th or 20th 2003. As I was sitting at the packed bar, the television coverage suddenly switched to the bombing of Iraq. Everyone groaned. The bartenders tried to change channels but that didn't work. I turned to the older gentleman next to me and said: "You might as well watch it, you are paying for it." No reply. I finished my burger and left.
Posted by: Marco Romano | Friday, 22 March 2013 at 09:11 AM