So we are at Wild Wing Cafe celebrating our regular team's softball championship, and there was a mentos "machine" at the front of the restaurant. I use the term "machine" loosely because it was one of those things that you do not have to plug in, but rather it is all mechanical - you put in your quarter, and after a series of gears and things turn, some mentos come down the chute.

The question on everyone's mind was, "How many mentos do I get for a quarter?"

I guessed "3", and Amy confirmed that is what she thought. Klass thought at least 4. So a betting opportunity arose. I took 3 and under, Klass took 4 or over.

And lets just say, Evan is one dollar richer because of that mentos machine.

Use this knowledge wisely.

Blogging will be sparse over the next few weeks, as I have finals beginning on Monday. Just a heads up.

Since the only food I consumed yesterday consisted of one bacon cheeseburger, one cheeseburger, a serving of fries, and a serving of cheese fries, I decided (just 10 minutes ago) to get something nutritious. After all, I can't be getting sick during finals, and eating only meat, bread, and cheese is probably a good way to get sick.

So I bought this:



A micronutrient fruit juice drink.

The bottle says:

Smooth and sweet, this gushing garden gulp is a blend of sweet apple juice and luscious purees of peach, mango, strawberry and banana, expertly blended with green foods including wheat grass, barley grass, and wheat sprouts, plus other great stuff.

Also, the package says "Extremely perishable." I don't think I've ever seen that term before on a bottle in my life.

While that may all be true, its color is quite disturbing. Bevnet describes it as "thick fungus green," and even that is being nice to it. The thing is, it tastes pretty good. And it has a lot of nutrients in it, including iodine and manganese. I'm not sure what they do, but I'm almost positive I need them in some amount.

So I recommend this beverage if you feel that you need a little extra nutrition in your life. Don't be scared of it.

The comfort of five, the precision of one!

So I was back in Cinnaminson last week and my mom said that something came in the mail for me. A Gillette Fusion razor. That pleased me, as I (1) like free things and (2) wanted to try out the ol Fusion.

I mean, 5 blades! And an extra blade on the back for some reason! With that kind of cutting power, your facial hair doesn't stand a chance.

The first thing I noticed about the razor was its weight. It is heavy. Much heavier than my three-blade razors, although the weight difference is mostly due to the fact that the handle appears to be made of some sort of metal, as opposed to the hollow plastic that my three-blade razors are composed of.

I lathered up and prepared myself for heaven. The first stroke was not pleasant. It basically caught onto some hair and stuck. I pushed a little harder and it got going again. I wasn't bleeding, but was a little perturbed. My initial difficulty in using the Fusion was because the head actually pivots back and forth. This is done in theory to "fit" better to your face, but in reality all it did was confuse me.

Once I got it going, however, the hairs did not stand a chance. They were mowed down with a ruthless efficency that my face had not felt in my 26 years on this earth. I thought I caught myself once more, but again, I was not bleeding. I felt quite smooth afterwards - probably the smoothest I've been there in quite some time.

What about the blade on the back? I used that to knock off some sideburn hair, and it worked remarkably well. I suppose the next step would be a double blade razor on the back, for the "ultimate" answer to shaving sideburns or particularly tough areas.

I have yet to, and probably will never, try the battery powered one. That seems like it would be just asking for a cut up face.

I wouldn't mind a sixth blade though.



(I just liked this picture.)

I left Ivy Gardens yesterday at 5:30 PM as a boy. I came back as a man.

In order to thank our peer advisors, Ryan and Alissa organized a cookout, to be held at Alissa's house. To that end, Ryan collected money and bought 15 pounds of ground beef, hot dogs, beer, and all sorts of fixins for the bbq. The problem was that we did not have a grill to use.

So Ryan bought a propane powered one from Sears. We then headed over to Alissa's to set it up.

We cracked open the box and started removing the pieces. It didn't look too complicated, and the box said that no tools were necessary to put it together. However, one critical piece seemed to be missing.

The instructions.

Now if this was a charcoal grill, it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But when you're using propane, a lot of things can conceivably go wrong. And all of them result in fireballs scalding amazingly stupid law students. Nevertheless, we plodded forward, as burgers and dogs needed to be made, and people were due to show up within the hour.

Alissa asked if she should be videotaping our sure-to-be debacle. Ryan brought up the Simpsons episode where Homer tries to put together the BBQ pit. I silently though of the Married With Children episode where Al and Jefferson try to put something together for the entire episode and then electrocute themselves.

"I need more of those L pieces!"
"Well I only have these 'sevens,' but I can fix that with my blowtorch."

There were many debates between the two of us as to where various pieces belonged. At one point, I realized that we did not have a handle to lift the lid. Ryan and I concluded that the "Char Broil" logo thing must be the handle. Eventually, I realized that a weird plastic thing on the ground is probably the handle, and Ryan figured out how to put it on, which saved numerous hand burnings.

We completed the construction of the grill with only a few "extra" bolts, nuts, and one large plastic container thing. The time had come to attach the propane tank and blow ourselves up.

Ryan turned the gas on, and I started to rapidly hit the ignitor button. No dice. The instructions said that if the grill did not ignite after 5 seconds, you should turn it off, wait 5 minutes, and then try again. We elected to ignore that "wait 5 minutes" instruction. In fact, after the ignitor button did not work after 4 separate attempts, we decided to use matches. So we turned on the gas and threw a match in there. I don't know if that was a stroke of genius or enormous stupidity, but it worked. We had fire, and two hours later, we had cooked 10 pounds of burgers, around 30 hot dogs, 4 garden burgers, and 1 lonely chicken breast for Annie.

We conquered the instruction-less propane grill. We pit ourselves against nature and defeated it soundly. Today, I am a man.

If the world was more like the WWE, it would sure be more entertaining.

For instance, in the WWE, a theme song and video plays whenever a wrestler comes out. Sometimes "pyros" go off, which are just random fireworks that are associated with that particular wrestler.



Wouldn't it be great if whenever you walked into a room, a song played and a highlight video showed? Maybe of you hitting a last cup in beer pong, or hitting a home run in softball, or giving someone a tipper. It would be great.

However, a more real life application of some of the lessons of wrestling applies to baseball.

In the glory days of wrestling (around 4-5 years ago) when I really loved to watch it, there were two announcers: Jim Ross and Jerry the King Lawler. Jim Ross was the play by play announcer who always leaned towards the "faces" (the good guys). Jerry the King Lawler was the color announcer who leaned towards the "heels" (the bad guys). The way they played off of each other made watching wrestling all the more enjoyable. For instance, if a heel snuck a chair into the ring and clocked the face over the head with it, Ross would go berserk saying what a travesty of justice it was that he got away with it. Lawler would play dumb and say something like, "How did that chair get in there? Did a fan throw it in?"



It was gold.

I think if we had an "evil" commentators for each baseball announcing duo, it would make it much more interesting. For instance:

Good: Ryan Howard up to the plate now, he homered in his last at-bat, a towering shot to the opposite field.
Evil: Those two RBIs from that home run doubled his RBI total on the year from 2 to 4. That is rookie of the year quality.
Good: Howard fouls off the first delivery from Patterson.
Evil: Howard was clearly fooled by that curveball. A terrible swing by a terrible person.
Good: Utley with good speed at first, takes his lead...
Evil: Why he's doing that I have no idea. He has zero steals on the year and runs like a two ton, one-legged water buffalo.

etc.

Or for Ryan's Twins

Good: Santana peers in at Rodriguez, who singled in his last at-bat.
Evil: Johan has been absolutely terrible this year, wouldn't you agree?
Good: Well, Santana traditionally gets off to a slow start
Evil: "Slow" isn't exactly what I'd call getting pummelled mercilessly by other teams.
Good: Just a minute... he hasn't been "Pummelled"
Evil: The heroic Jason Giambi takes a few cuts in the on-deck circle
Good: Heroic? Isn't he an admitted steroid user?
Evil: He admitted to nothing!

I'd watch it. Or I'd be a great evil commentator.

This comes directly, unedited, from today's Chronicle.

"I think Collin is literally one of the most kind and gentle people I've ever met," said sophomore Aaina Agarwal, who lives down the hall from him in Edens 2C Dormitory. "I think that these charges are completely wrong and unfounded, and I just think that two of the boys who probably deserve it the least have had to go through something like this."

Finnerty was charged with simple assault in Washington D.C., in November 2005, when a man claimed that Finnerty and two friends punched him in the face and body. According to the police report, the man said he was attacked after asking the three others to "stop calling him gay and other derogatory names."

Maybe Aaina hasn't met many people.

The names of the 2 Duke lacrosse players arrested for the rape?

Reade Seligmann
Collin Finnerty

Come on, you can't even make this stuff up. Lets go to the Duke Men's LAX roster and find even more pretentious names.

Oh I can't even get the roster off of goduke.com anymore. Apparently we don't have a team and never did have one. Lets see if google can help me out with this. Ah, they can! Here are some good ones.

Breck Archer
Gibbs Fogarty
Devon Sherwood
Fred Krom
Hercules Rockefeller
Bo Carrington

Okay I made one of those up.

Evan Reviews the Things he Watched / Did This Weekend

Remember the Titans

I had never seen it, and TNT was gracious enough to show the movie approximately 10 times this weekend, so I decided to give it a try. The story is good enough - a high school football team struggles to integrate blacks and whites during the period of federally mandated desegregation. They pull together as a team because of Denzel Washington's tough coaching methods, and they eventually win the state championship, in the process of which uniting the community and defeating racism.

The problems I had with the movie relate mostly to the football scenes. There is one scene where the new linebacker (some whiny guy who doesn't take criticism well) causes a fumble after the other team's fast WR catches the ball and takes a few steps. One of the Titans picks up the fumble and then runs in the SAME DIRECTION as the fast WR, and scores a defensive TD. For that to work, you would have to have me believe that the WR was running towards his own end zone for a few steps, or was at least running the world's most extreme button-hook pattern. In any event, that did not make sense.

Additionally, the final play of the game was beyond cheesy. The opposing team, coached by some supposed genius, is up by 4 with 17 seconds left, and all they have to do is run out the clock. Inexplicably, one of them takes off with the ball for a long TD run, only to be tackled from behind and (of course), fumbles. Thus, the Titans have 75 yards to go in 17 seconds. The opposing genius coach, seeing a QB come in at WR, miraculously concludes, "They're going to throw it deep!" Instead, they run an end-around, Sunshine is the lead blocker and takes out 4 potential tacklers on his own, and the Titans win the game.

Come on. The Replacements was more realistic than this. And to make matters worse, a lot of this crap didn't even come close to happening.

Give me Miracle any day over this garbage.

Hennessey Cognac

I've never drank cognac before, but I decided to give it a try. A website taught me how to drink it, and Wikipedia taught me that the drink has caught on more with African Americans in the 1990s. Well, I loved the drink. It was slightly sweet, easy going down, and made me feel like an OG. Well, not that last part, but I think that it may become my new sipping drink.

National Paintball Championships on ESPN

Here is an odd concept - televise a paintball match on TV. The problems with this are numerous. The first is that it has the same problem as hockey, only worse. In hockey, one of the biggest problems is that it is sometimes difficult to see the puck. Fox tried to remedy this by giving a little yellow halo around it, but that didn't work out so well and never really caught on. In paintball, it is virtually impossible to see the actual paintballs; the only indication that someone has been hit is usually the referee coming in to rip off their armband. Furthermore, the action was repetitive beyond belief. In every single match, one player would always make a "strong move" to the car wash or the snake (those are terms for various barriers players were using to block incoming shots). There were seemingly no other moves one could make. Finally, I had no idea of any strategy involved. It basically seemed like players were just shooting at each other until someone got lucky; I realize there must be more strategy to it than that, but the commentators did a horrible job of letting me know what was going on, what the one team was attempting to do, etc. It was as if you put me in the announcer's booth and told me, "that thing is called the car wash, that thing is the snake, and you just figure out the rest."

Played Softball Against the Drunk 1L Team

The Drunk 1L Team's name is "Your Friday Night is Our Monday Morning" (or something like that), which inexplicably we had to explain to someone. Their team tee-shirts are of a poor quality at best. That being said, I did thoroughly enjoy the gin bucket, which is a nice concoction of Fresca, Gin, and I think limes. Good times.

Started Studying for my Property and Tax Finals

Well, the property studying consisted of only going to the Bar-Bri video for three hours, which was actually pretty helpful as a general review. My tax studying has consisted of me actually reading the stuff I was supposed to read in the first place, although I am hopeful that in the next couple hours I will be able to get more accomplished in the way of review. But here is what I've learned today:

Alimony is includible in the income of the receiver, and deductible to the income of the payer. Child support, however, is not.

If your deadbeat ex-husband doesn't pay child support that he is owes you, you cannot simply deduct that missing money from your income.

No gain or loss is recognized when you transfer property to an ex-spouse as a result of a divorce settlement.

Yesterday's antics began with the Spring BBQ at the law school. 6 kegs, pulled pork sandwiches, and a terrible band playing made it a grand ol time. Eventually, we grew bored of it, and wandered back to Mark's. Mark and I had a plan to teach Per how to play poker. So I signed us in under my Pokerstars account and we were going to go through with Per our thought processes for each hand.

It didn't work out so well In the first tournament, I went out after like five minutes when my pocket aces on a 9/10/J flop ran into K/Q. Nothing like drawing to runner runner after the flop. The next tournament lasted slightly longer, but ended after I flopped two pair. I just called the post-flop bet by the under the gun player, expecting the preflop raiser behind me to raise, thus allowing me to all in behind him. Well, that is exactly what happened. Fortunately for me, the guy had pocket aces and called. And another guy called with a flush draw.

I said, I have to avoid a three or a heart. And sure enough, the three of hearts came on the turn. I didn't boat up, and that was the end of the world's worst poker lesson for Per. Well, it wasn't that bad, but losing so quickly does not make a real instructive time.

I then decided to sulk for awhile. Eventually Per came back with a small bottle of Bacardi Limon, and we did some shots of it. Ryan picked up his friend Sasha from the airport, and we all headed off to this Japanese place for sake bombs.



I had never drank sake before, and was not looking forward to it. Jenny brought me back a bottle from Japan, but I had never cracked it, as I had heard terrible stories about how long it takes you to get used to it. Also, it is served warm a lot of times, which weirds me out.

In any event, we get to the restaurant, and Blazer, Annie, Klass, Rob, Dubie, Alissa, Alec, and Amy are already there. We sit down, get a bunch of sake and Sapporo, and prepare ourselves. In order to do a sake bomb, you fill up your glass like half-way with beer, and then place two chopsticks on top of the glass. Then you balance the shot glass on the chopsticks, and pour sake on it. All at once, you and your friends bang the table, forcing the shot glass to fall into the beer. Then you chug.



The first time we tried this it was a debacle. We banged the table a bit too hard, and everyone's shot glass flew away from the cup. I vaguely recall someone's mug breaking too. But we got it figured out for the second, third, and fourth times.

And man, that stuff is terrible. It was warm, nasty, and not at all like "buttery beer" as Charles described it would be.

I almost threw up every time I had one of these things, but managed to keep it down. The rest of the night is a haze, and while I know we went to Buddhist, I don't think anything interesting happened there.

I never said this would be a good story.

Its hard to believe that my first year of law school is nearing its end. Sure, I still have to get through a hellish two week span of finals, and I still have to finish my cite check (of which I am probably 80 percent done right now, but I'm taking a short break to give yall something to read), but its unbelievable to me that I am almost done with my 1L year.

I have tried to blog about various topics for the last 15 minutes. But nothing is working right now. Maybe tomorrow (perhaps during Con Law), inspiration will strike me, and you will have something entertaining to read. But until then, if you are intent on procrastinating, I suggest you read some of the archives. Here are some selected weeks that I think are particuarly interesting.

Sept. 26 - Oct. 2, 2004
Aug. 22 - Aug. 27, 2004
Aug. 10, 2004
Dec. 16 - 18, 2003

Product Review - Axe Shower Gel - "Snake Peel" variety



In my latest Stuff magazine there was a little sample of Axe Shower Gel in it. Axe's commercials all entail women going after men who smell good. I thought, what the heck, lets try this out. I could use some law school ladies coming after me. Well actually, that wouldn't be that useful, but it would be a change of pace.

I got in the shower this morning and ripped open the package. There were little scrubbers within the gel - similar to what you get if you had ever used "clean and clear" on your face. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, imagine that there are a ton of tiny round pebbles in your shampoo. It feels weird, and supposedly helps exfoliate your skin.

But I'm a guy. Why on earth would I care about the skin on my body? My face, perhaps. But my arms? My chest? Come on! Only the most metrosexual guy on earth would actually buy a bottle of this stuff because of the microscrubbers.

What about the smell? Well lets not mince words; I now smell like an old man. I smell musky, and there really isn't much of a better term for it than that. I just sniffed my hand and it is not a pleasant odor at all. As a result, ladies seem to be avoiding me, even more than normal.

Lets summarize. The product is designed for a man, but its main feature would appeal to females. It also makes you smell terrible. That's about it.

I thank the makers of Axe and Stuff Magazine for giving me this free sample, in order for me to come to the determination that this is one of the worst shower products
ever conceived by man or beast. Do not buy this, period.

Also, I would like to give a double thanks to Stuff Magazine for putting Bijou Phillips on the cover of the latest issue. By making such a terrible choice for a cover girl, I have absolutely no incentive to keep the magazine around, and it is not cluttering up my room, but instead residing in my trash can.

As a savvy consumer, there are many instances when I am food shopping and am faced with a dilemma:

Name brand or store brand?

Sometimes the difference in price is negligible. Other times, it is quite significant. But of course, the cheaper version is almost always of an inferior quality, so it may not be much of a "discount" if you constantly lament how bad the food or drink tastes.

The following is a guide of when it is okay, and not okay, to purchase the generic. For your reference, Kroger is my store of choice.

Canned Fruit

Store brand canned fruit can be significantly cheaper - if say a can of Dole mandarin oranges costs $1.50, the store brand will likely cost a dollar. For the discount, you get generally the same weight and quality, although the actual pieces of fruit are a big smaller. Still, its not like you're getting less weight in fruit, so I have no problems with buying store brand canned fruit.

Marinades

Usually there is a brand name marinade on sale such that it is as cheap, or almost as cheap, as the store brand. That being said, most of the marinades seem the same to me, so I just go with the cheapest. You should feel entirely free and comfortable when purchasing the store brand.

Soda

This is one of the biggest problems for generics. No matter what store brand knock off you get ("Twist-Up" for 7-Up, for instance), it will taste absolutely nothing like what it is supposed to. Since almost all of us are conditioned to like the particular taste of Pepsi, Coke, Sprite, or Dr. Pepper, the store brands fail miserably in attempting to offer a cheaper alternative.

Tinfoil

Okay this is not a food or drink item. But I bought the store brand tin foil that was on sale, and it was a debacle. It was too thin and too wide at the same time. However, I then purchased the Harris Teeter brand tin foil, and it has served me well. So the lesson may be that tinfoil depends on what store you buy it from. A high end store like Teeter will have quality tinfoil, while a Kroger will not.

Hamburger Helper

Hamburger Helper boxes can be as expensive at $2.50 when they are not on sale. On the other hand, "Hamburger Magic" from Kroger usually costs $1.00. I eat the "Cheeseburger Macaroni" version all the time, and I truthfully cannot tell the difference between the two. However, if you catch the right sale, Hamburger Helper will be on sale for a dollar a box, and you can always stock up then, if you wish.

Boxes of Rice

On the other hand, at all costs avoid the store brand boxes of rice. It is absolutely incredible how terrible the generic box of rice tastes in comparison to Uncle Ben's or Rice-a-Roni. On sale, Rice-a-Roni or Uncle Bens should run you about a dollar a box, which is still more expensive than the store brand, but is well worth it.

Chicken Pot Pies

I do not have any first hand knowledge of this, but I know Wilkins said that you definitely get what you pay for, and that he would never buy the generic version again.

Macaroni and Cheese (the kind you add milk and butter to, not Velveeta style)

Way back during freshman year at Duke, I would bring numerous boxes of the Acme brand of macaroni and cheese. On the cheese package it said something like, "KF094 Cheese Flavor Sauce," which me and Ben got a big kick out of it. We would make up boxes of the stuff and it would glow bright orange. It tasted phenomenal, to the point of where I actually preferred it over Kraft or other name brands. If you can deal with potentially exposing yourself to chemicals not fit for human consumption (but taste darn good), I wholeheartedly recommend store brand mac and cheese.

Orange Juice

I usually go with Tropicana or Minute Maid - they just taste a lot better than the store brand. Also, they have special things added, like calcium, immunity defense nanites, or Vitamin E. Don't short yourself on something as important as orange juice, unless you're buying it for mimosas or screwdrivers.

Hopefully this guide will help you the next time you go food shopping.

It is admitted students weekend here, and it is hard to believe that just one year ago I was driving the grand am down here to stay with Alison and Amanda for a couple days. I recall that it was raining - I drove in, promptly got lost on Barracks Road somewhere, and had to have Alison come out of her apartment and find me. Eventually we met up, she took me to school, and I found the Thursday keg.

I was amazed that there were not more people at the Thursday keg. A free keg every Thursday? Where the hell is everyone?

Eventually I took a tour, sat in on the admissions people telling us how great we were, and then got some bbq and beer.

I remember the first other admit - Jen. She was from Duke and eventually turned out to be in my section this year. And then I met Joe, who is in section B, who I played poker with once this year and sometimes see in the halls. And those were the only two admits I really talked to. I figured there was more than enough time to meet people when I got here.

Actually, the more likely reason that I only met two other admits was because I am terrible at meeting people in unfamiliar environments.

In any event, the admits have flocked to the school, and I can hear the band playing in Spies Garden from my apartment. Me and Mark swung by the bbq after playing some basketball. Nothing like some beer and bbq after playing 7 games of 2-2 to 11. Amazingly, my stomach isn't in bad shape right now, but I fear that in a hour or two it could be problematic. Each admit has a name badge on so you know their name and what school they went to - I searched in vain for a Rutgers, Princeton, or TCNJ, to no avail. I don't know why I associate myself more with those schools than Duke; perhaps its because there is a much higher chance that I would know a possible admit from those schools than Duke, since its been so damn long since I have been in Durham.

I have my oral argument tomorrow at 7 PM. It is supposed to mimic if I were to go in to a Federal Court of Appeals, with 3 judges peppering me with questions about my case. I'm not looking forward to it, but I feel like I know it sort of well enough. Part of me says, "Do it now!" But another part of me says, "You have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow until the argument at 7 PM. Do it tomorrow and get some beer now. You've already had two. Come on! Its pass/fail!"

So I'm splitting the difference. I'm blogging and playing poker while occasionally looking at my cases and brief. The result?

I'm about to lose this 18 person sit and go and I'm not retaining anything for my argument.

Oh well.

DURHAM, N.C. -- Hours after an exotic dancer was allegedly raped by members of the Duke University lacrosse team, a player apparently sent an e-mail saying he wanted to invite more strippers to his dorm room, kill them and skin them. It was not clear whether the message was serious or a joke.

I know that when I want to send out a humorous email, nothing inspires laughs like talking about skinning strippers.

Oh, and here's a copy of the warrant, in case you were wondering what the "b-" and "c-" in the email were. Of course, the b word is obvious, but the c word was a mystery to me until seeing the warrant.

Also, the head coach has resigned, and the season is officially cancelled.

Opening Day is one of the greatest days of the year.

Some people may consider yesterday to be opening day. I disagree. Noone cares about the Indians and the White Sox. And one game does not make an opening day.

The real question is thus: What is the "best sports day?" The first day of March Madness, or opening day of the baseball season?

First, a threshhold issue. Some may contend that say, Super Bowl Sunday, or Week 1 Sunday of the NFL season, or the NBA finals, are the best sports day. These people would be fools. There are three main reasons why the only competitors for "best sports day" are the first day of March Madness or opening day MLB.

1) There are a ton of games on
2) The games start at noon and go until midnight or later
3) The day is a weekday

This, friends, is the perfect recipe for a day. If you are at work, you simply become a box score hound for the remainder of your hours at work. If you are a true American hero, you simply take a half day (or full day) off from work and plop yourself in front of the TV. These characteristics are unique to the two days in question, and what make this a two-man race.

What does MLB opening day have for it? After an entire offseason, every MLB fan (except fans in Kansas City or Tampa Bay) has hope, and this hope has now come to a frothy head. Its a catharsis of sorts. Even the worst team can start out 1-0, be at the top of the division standings, and the fans can feel that there is a great journey ahead that will culminate in a World Series victory in 7 months later.

However, while I do love MLB opening day, the first day of March Madness wins out. First, almost everyone has something wagered on March Madness. Either through office pools or certain annual trips to Vegas, every person has some sort of monetary interest involved in each game. This monetary interest essentially amounts to a test of pride or intelligence; by wagering on the game, I am testing my intellect against the rest of the betting world. A win vindicates me as a smart bettor, while a loss makes me feel quite foolish. How did that person pick the 14 seed to beat the 3? They must be a genius!

Secondly, and more importantly, are the underdog teams (combined with the one and doneness of the tournament). Everyone loves rooting for the 13-16 seeds. Even if you don't have them picked, its hard to not want to see the first #1 seed fall in the first round. The image/video of Bryce Drew hitting that miracle three pointer to lead Valpo over Ole Miss is something that everyone remembers.



Noone remembers any MLB opening day play, no matter how great. Anyone recall that Dimitri Young hit 3 HRs on opening day last year? I doubt it. Even if Oliver Perez were to throw a no-hitter later today, very few people would remember that 7 years later. And if they did remember it, they certainly would not remember it with the same passion that we all remember Bryce Drew hitting that shot and then flopping to the floor.

Here's to MLB opening day. There is absolutely no shame in coming in second to the first day of March Madness.

Best Sports Day Rankings
1) First day of March Madness
2) MLB Opening Day
3) Second day of March Madness
4) NFL first Sunday
5) Super Bowl Sunday