Love for the Dirty South

Day one was about as boring as prom, and if you happen to be a Duke fan then you got dumped at the Post prom party. Day two was something like a post-relationship rebound but the chick wasn't anything you brag to your friends about. And, if you're like me, you wake up early in the morning because you're depressed about the break-up and you stare at the TV screen while the women's tournament goes on. This isn't fun. I'd rather be sleeping. I just keep watching Washington and Iowa State hoping that the next commercial break brings a new Sonic commercial.

I dig women's sports. I really do. And I really dig chicks who play sports. But to be honest, you've got to be a basketball fanatic to sit through an entire women's college game. It's rough. My buddy just made the comment, "if I ever have a daughter I'm not letting her play sports because I don't want to have to sit through her games." Either way, this isn't any more boring than day one of the men's tourney.

Can the dirty south get a witness? The men from the big VA are romping so far. I'm rooting against both Virginia and the Commonwealth. But you guys can decide your own favorites.

There was a brief fifteen seconds when I thought the OVC was gettin' ready to represent. Then images of Roderick Johnson rising over Stromile Swift and clanking one of the front iron as time expired came back into my head and I realized the 16 over 1 that I promised won't ever happen.

***Jason Isringhausen faced competition for the first time this season earlier on Thursday. It was a typical Isringhausen performance, load 'em up then shut 'em down. He allowed two hits, and an error loaded the bases with nobody out. Izzy then plowed over the next three batters to get out of the jam. 14 of his 16 pitches were strikes, a good sign.