Rooming with Steinberg
Imagine, just imagine, sharing a room with Mr. Steinberg for not one night, but two. He's a different type of guy, cool, but different.
I'm sure I was no joy either, but Dan's memories from last year reminds me:
If you love the bracket too much, you'll get into trouble. I'm in the Florida team hotel with a few friends around 4 a.m. after the national title game. We're all spent from a month of travel, but start talking about how great that one-shining-moment montage was in the hotel. At that moment, a guy walks up out of like a fantasy of ours with two cardboard boxes. He says he is selling DVDs of every one shining moment from every season. $20.
Well, we buy 10 of them, as fast as we can get the cash out from our receipt-filled wallets.
On the way back to our hotel, it dawns on us that he fooled us. It wasn't the DVD. It was the CD of the song. That's it. We run into the man on the street now in the middle of the night. A slight altercation ensues, but we decide it might be better to leave the man alone, so we keep going on our way to find Mark Schlabach at surely some SEC lovefest, I think. Never got the money back. We gave out some of the CDs in the airport.
The song went downhill around 2001 when they introduced all these special effects. Does anyone out there hate the song?
My other misstep was spending $200 on Nike sneakers that had the bracket on them so I could play basketball during the trip with some others. The shoe place told me there were only 64 made in the country, which should have dissuaded me from buying them because it is after all a 65-team field.
They gave me the worst shin splints ever throughout the spring from playing in them. Finally, I scrapped them. After that financial blunder, my wife made me take her on a mini-shopping spree when I got back.
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