I've Got A Fever....

No seriously. I wish I had a Will Ferrell joke to throw in here. It would make my life much easier. Instead, following one good day of basketball in a four day span, I'm sick as dog d***. Or so fucking sick. Whatever you want to call it.

Maybe the cause of my infirmity is the easy-to-hoe road that the Tarheels have somehow landed to the Elite Eight. People around here (and by that I mean North Carolinians that hate the Heels) are terrified that they're marching towards a National Championship, but I don't think they're winning it all. But that's mainly because I've got Georgetown winning it all in my brackets. Which might be the secondary cause of my malaise.

Are we on an every other year type of favorites domination thing here? Last year's Tourney was maligned for being boring but what the hell is better than a year when George Mason marches to the Final Four? Watching Texas get run on by SoCal? Um, nosir. I know this idea has been beat to death by most of the media out there, but there really was only one good day of basketball all weekend. Thursday was wishful anticipatory thinking, Friday just wasn't that exciting and Sunday was chock-full of blowouts. Saturday on the other hand, was freaking sublime. I couldn't flip my remote fast enough and there were countless overtimes.

I'm going to try and cover these next set of games more in depth if I can get well and clear everything off my plate before Thursday.

Don't forget to check out the Cardiac Pack Part Duex on ESPN tonight in the NIT Quarterfinals. Sid Lowe may or may not be sporting a red blazer but this is one of the most well coached teams in the nation. GO Pack!