Growing up just outside the mean streets of Portland, Maine (yes we know that gives us some serious street cred) there really were few options for people to pass the time when stuck in a frozen tundra from November through April. You could get in trouble, throw snowballs at your old dog, or even go ice fishing. We wanted none of that, and instead decided to immerse ourselves in the most pure athletic outlet…College Basketball.
For a majority of our lives we have had to spend each day listening to friends, girlfriends, coaches, teachers, bosses and parents, when we really just wanted to sit in peace and see Shulman’s shiny dome, or Billy Raftery unofficially officially start each game proclaiming the “mantaman” defense principles.
We’re the type of guys that can find a story line in a mid season MEAC match-up. We can watch an NBA game and know, without hesitation, where each guy came from. Quick—Rodney Stuckey, Trevor Ariza, Eric Piatkowski; Eastern Washington, UCLA by way of Westchester HS in Los Angeles, Nebraska. That was easy.
Spring Break Mexico? Screw that, how ’bout SPRING BREAK KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI!!! to watch round 1 and 2. Yes, we’ve done it.
So when you get sick of listening to Jay Bilas talking about how long certain combo guards are, Steve Lavin being overly poetic, and Seth Davis refusing to make a bold statement, surf over to our offbeat coverage and commentary of all the relevant stuff going on in roundball.
Expect a lot of animosity towards UNC, favoritism for Duke, Syracuse and Xavier, and cynicism all over the place.
We gladly will accept your opinion, rants, and incriminating pictures of your favorite college athlete.