There is one reason and one reason only that I enjoy March Madness, and it is the fun of mocking sports fanatics on Facebook.
It brings me an endless amount of pleasure to gently prod people's insanity over men in shorts bouncing balls. I tend to not have any interest in any kind of team competition. I don't go ga-ga over the Olympics or school academic teams, either.
I know I carry on about my own obsessions on Facebook at times, like my frustration over snow days, and I'm sure that drives my friends nuts. It tires them to read one.more.whine about listening to my kids scream at each other for 8 hours or how snow days fuck with their routines. Of course, snow days only occur once or twice a year normally. This one year has been an exception.
For those of us who don't follow basketball, we have to put up with the salivations of our sports-following friends every.single.spring.
I try to keep my posts witty and light because I really don't intend to insult anyone.
I am merely a person on the fringes of basketball-obsessed society who really and truly doesn't understand any of it.
I'm not as smart, funny or acerbic as Dorothy Parker, but I imagine she was hated for her commentary too.
It brings me an endless amount of pleasure to gently prod people's insanity over men in shorts bouncing balls. I tend to not have any interest in any kind of team competition. I don't go ga-ga over the Olympics or school academic teams, either.
I know I carry on about my own obsessions on Facebook at times, like my frustration over snow days, and I'm sure that drives my friends nuts. It tires them to read one.more.whine about listening to my kids scream at each other for 8 hours or how snow days fuck with their routines. Of course, snow days only occur once or twice a year normally. This one year has been an exception.
For those of us who don't follow basketball, we have to put up with the salivations of our sports-following friends every.single.spring.
I try to keep my posts witty and light because I really don't intend to insult anyone.
I am merely a person on the fringes of basketball-obsessed society who really and truly doesn't understand any of it.
I'm not as smart, funny or acerbic as Dorothy Parker, but I imagine she was hated for her commentary too.
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