Longhorns vs. Gophers

March Madness is here again.  Hip hip hooray.  (And if you know me even a little, you’ll probably know that I say that very facetiously.)  It’s not just that I don’t like basketball, (or any other sport for that matter) …it’s more like I really don’t get it.  I can’t get it.  I’ve tried to.  Really, I have.  Mostly because it’s something that Dave really enjoys… but all I end up doing is trying to concentrate really hard on a bunch of guys running around, up and down a court, sometimes throwing a ball at a hoop.  And it’s not that I don’t understand the rules, either; I actually played basketball in Jr. High. (!)  …It’s almost like I don’t have the right mental capacity to “digest” watching it.  I’m sportsmindedly challenged, I guess.  I know, I’m weird. 

Anyway, Elijah is totally into March Madness this year.  Evidence, I think, of the gravitational pull that young boys his age have towards their fathers.  It’s cute.  Dave likes it too, and enjoys having someone to watch with, but he also has to endure Elijah’s constant chatter.  Like, here are some samples that I overheard during the Minnesota/Texas game last night:

“Well, normally a longhorn could take on a gopher no problem…but not tonight!”
“I think a basket made from the other side of the court should be worth at least six points.”
“#4 is always usually my least favorite player on any team. For instance. Brett Favre is #4.”
“I can’t believe Minnesota is losing.  Now my bracket is all messed up.”  Zeke, upon hearing this, says, “Just change it.”

For some reason – probably that I was overtired – this little boy talk struck me as so funny, and I went to bed giggling hysterically about it.  Life is good.  And who knows?  Maybe I may actually start to enjoy March Madness…  How could I dislike something that makes me laugh?