I’m sure that if you were a Nevada or Manhattan fan that yesterday’s NCAA Tournament games were exciting, but for the rest of us, it was like a day long dose of Tylenol PM. Even the close games were hard to watch. SIU and Alabama in a turnover fest…DePaul and Dayton in a game nobody wanted to win… I’m not complaining, because even a boring day of NCAA Tournament games is better than most days.

It’s just that you figure that all hell will break loose today. Right?

If you new favorite player isn’t Nevada’s Kirk Snyder–you’ve got problems. How many guys still shoot the one-handed floater? And how many black guys are named Kirk?

Here’s a question that Florida’s alums are asking themselves today. If you gave Manhattan coach Bobby Gonzalez Florida’s team and gave Billy Donovan Manhattan’s, who wins that matchup yesterday? Unless Billy’s drinking Manhattan’s instead of coaching them, I think Gonzalez wins every day. This is why hairdos like Donovan get fired after 20 win seasons. If you can bring in enough talent you can make the tournament most ever year, but unless you can coach, you’re an early out. I think the grace period from their Final Four run four years ago has expired.

As for my bold prediction that Arizona would beat Duke in the second round? It wasn’t because I liked Arizona, rather it was because I clicked on the wrong name. I thought I had Illinois beating Duke in round three, when I looked back to see I’d actually had them beating Arizona. The key here is that, like always, I’m a dope.

Gerry McNamara made like Bill Bradley and Austin Carr and put up 43 points yesterday? Who was guarding him for BYU the fat kid?

BYU had a 6’9, 280 pound forward named Jake Shoff. He was number five, you remember him, the fat guy with the headband who looked like Sandy Lyle form “Along Came Polly.” This guy was hilarious. You don’t see a lot of fat guys in college basketball. They’re a dying breed. Literally.


Joe left me a message in one of the other discussion threads the other day asking me how I like MVP Baseball 2004, and you know what, I’ll tell you.

I cashed in one of my very thoughtful Christmas Best Buy cards and picked up the 2004 version of the EA Sports baseball game for my PS2.

Last year’s game was good, but flawed. They took the old Triple Play Baseball and s@#$canned it for good reason and started over. The biggest advancement was in pitching. You use a meter like in the old Tiger Woods golf (before it ripped off Golden Tee this year) and similar to the one you use in Madden and NCAA Football to kick. So you have total control over your pitches, and if you’re a little tardy, you’ll accidentally leave a fat one over the heart of the plate. I did that the other night in San Diego and Phil Nevin went happy go jacky on me to win the game. Bastard.

Anyway, that’s back for 2004, and they improved just about every other area of the game. The parks are incredible to look at, the animations are smooth. You’ll see some amazing stuff. Your infielders will dive for balls and throw off of their knees to try and nail the runner, your third baseman will barehand bunts and throw if you time it just right. Outfielders will shy away from the wall and brace themselves for impact if you get too close too fast. It’s pretty slick stuff.

There are some weird things, though, too. Barry Bonds isn’t in the game because he wouldn’t give the MLBPA permission to use his name for anything this year. So there’s a generic San Franciscan left fielder who if you change his name and number…is Barry! Michael Jordan did that to EA one year, too. The scabs from the 1994-95 strike aren’t in the game, so you have to in and create guys like Damian Miller, Matt Herges and Kevin Millar.

There are some bugs. If you play at Fenway and a ball rolls into that “triangle” in right center, the fielders will run into the wall and not pick the ball up. You can run all day then, if you want to. There is a rumor that there’s a lefty homer bug, and that lefthanded hitters have a tougher time hitting homers. Somebody should tell that to Corey Patterson who parked two out onto Sheffield the other night. By the way, in the game, like in real life, the Cubs starting staff is obscene and E-ramis is a stud. Moises still mashes lefties, but he needs a platoon partner (just like in real life!) And it’s too bad you can’t pinch hit pitchers because Mark Prior has some serious power at the plate.

3d0 went belly up and so there is no more High Heat Baseball, which makes MVP the early frontrunner, especially since they have an actual Minor League license and you get to play with prospects at AA and AAA, too. The teams are real and so are the uniforms, but the minor league parks aren’t authentic. If you play as the Iowa Cubs, there’s no sign that Rod Beck ever lived in an RV in the parking lot and there’s no corn beyond the outfield wall. Sorry.

The game is fun, the dynasty mode is deep and you can bean Jim Edmonds in the head with the ball whenever you want. What more could you ask for?

Now, if they’d just get Albert Pujols off of the cover of the damn game box…

Just how many freakin’ Dieners are there?

Rosey needs to just once write an actual comprehendable column.

Illinois fears the Racers.

Mike Downey sucks. This column is just so bad. What is the point? And NO, Mike, DePaul won’t be playing in the regional at Rosemont next year because you can’t play an NCAA Tournament game in your home building. Jeesh.

Rick Morrissey says James Augustine is tough, for among other reasons, because his cousin plays in the NFL. Huh?

Dusty says everybody’s favored to win the Central!

Go away, Scottie.

Ed Sherman says there are no stars in the NCAA Tournament. Oh, shaddup, Ed. Have you never heard of Jack Ingram? Jeesh.

The Illini are looking forward to the Murray State press. Wow, you can hear Nick Smith weezing already.

The only reason I like Phil Martelli is because he rightly called Billy Packer a jackass.

Lacy J. wonders who “won” the Raptors-Bulls trade. Yeah…nobody. It hurt both teams.

Sammy’s throwing a party on Sunday night. Let’s crash it!

Major League Baseball called Curt Schilling “ignorant.” That’s just the start of it for this mouthy nitwit.

Nomar’s Achilles is aching, too.

The Mouth that Bored is apparently off to Dallas, finally. Maybe.

They’re going to blow up Veterans’ Stadium on Sunday. Any chance we can get Mike Schmidt to be in it when it happens?

Pie-faced Scott Miller says Greggie is pretty low-key. Gee, ya think?

Courtney Love’s guitarist says “it’s a witch hunt.” Well, when they found Courtney, they found one.

Oh, no! Is Calvin Schiraldi dead?

Hey guys! Jennifer Garner’s on the market again. Line up!

But, Mandy Moore is all mine. Back off.

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