March Madness

It's college basketball season. And I love it.

There are so many reasons to love college basketball. There are good fundamentals. There's a lot of passion. There's a lot of unpredictability. There is always a chance for a Cinderella story. There's a love of the game that's pure and not (always) money-driven.

But in the basketball I've watched this week, I've found another, more hidden reason to love college basketball.

It seems just about every team has (at least) one white guy who plays with a t-shirt under his jersey and looks completely unathletic while doing so.

And for some reason, I enjoy that.

Maybe I'm twisted. Maybe it gives me hope for my unathletic body. Maybe there's some other reason.

But it's true.