How do you not love this NCAA basketball tournament?
If you're a fan of Georgetown or New Mexico you probably don't love it. If you are a Davidson fan you probably don't love it.
But the rest of us do. We especially like it if our brackets are reasonably intact and our school is still in it.
About Davidson: I admire those players and coaches tremendously.
I'm in Philadelphia, and watched the Davidson's heart-wrenching loss to Marquette on my computer because the hotel does not offer Tru TV. I stayed on the computer after the game and ended up on a message board.
I avoid message boards because, more than alcohol and drugs combined, they kill brain cells. Message boards are where the anonymous and underappreciated gather to criticize and complain about the government, employers, basketball officials, the media and spouses whose phone numbers begin 1-800.
Davidson was ripped by these un-achievers. Great program, class program, and the bottomfeeders latch on and attempt to drag it down.
The Wildcats will be back, even without the tremendous senior leaders they lose to the world outside campus.
For the rest of us, this tournament is a collection of shining moments.
The unabated and spontaneous joy of Florida Gulf Coast University, FGCU now a national catchphrase; Harvard beating the Lobos, the latter a trendy and unfortunate Final Four pick; gutsy victories by Temple and La Salle, La Salle winning back to back tournament games for the first time since 1955; Western Kentucky almost beating top-seeded Kansas and Southern almost beating top-seeded Gonzaga.
It's national treasure, this tournament. Thank you, Harvard. Thank you FGCU.
If you're a high school student uncertain of what comes next, consider FGCU. Their dormitories are on the Gulf of Mexico.
The dormitories were on the Gulf before the tournament. But we didn't know. We do now.