Commentary:Fantasies meant for bedroom, not ballpark
As someone more famous than me once said, "Life has its poetry." It's a good phrase, but, being the entitled English major that I am, I'm going to fix it up a bit: "Life has its irony." Granted, I completely changed the meaning of the original phrase, but "irony" happens to be the word that captures the essence of a situation I encountered last Saturday - at least better than any Yeats ode or Eminem ballad ever could.With a brilliant afternoon beaming through my windows, March Madness was busy lighting up the faces of me and my friends. Couch sagging, eyes focused and Duke-hate-mongering all around, the holidays of hoops had arrived.