Thankfully March and March Madness is over because I had run out of tolerance for college basketball. It's not the teams or the players, but rather the commentators, announcers and coaches that I'm completely sick of. If I had to listen to the insufferable Digger Phelps, Dick Vitale, Kevin Harlan, etc. for another day I was going to shoot myself. Plus watching the histrionics of Bruce Pearl, Coach K., Tom Izzo, Rick Pitino, John Calipari or anyone else who feels the need to race up and down the sidelines (and often onto the court) screaming at the players and referees CONSTANTLY for 40 minutes is enough to make one hate everything about college basketball. Someone needs to tell the networks and the commentators that fans like the games and not all this other manufactured and contrived drama.
On the professional side the Celtics have played so inconsistently bad that if I hadn't already lost the majority of my hair it would have fallen out in clumps this season. And I can't even accurately describe my disdain for Rasheed Wallace. What a waste of a roster spot, not to mention talent.
The only good thing that has happened is that Dennis Johnson was finally inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame. Anyone who watched him during his career knew what a great player (and big game performer) he was. His induction is long overdue.
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