A few brief thoughts on the NCAA tournament. One Step from the Door: Toward a More Informed Lowbrow Culture, Vol. 3. - Blogs - The 8th Maxim This might be my favorite day of the year. I woke up this morning with visions of Shooter Flatch and the ‘Hoosiers’ theme song running through my head. Not Joking. Just thinking about opening Thursday of the NCAA basketball tournament always gives me a little more kick in my step. Now that it’s here, I’m downright giddy. So many great memories--witnessing the Coppin St-South Carolina game in Pittsburgh in '97, spending an entire day at the Times Square ESPN Zone watching games with friends, and many quality hours with a couch and a cold beer. For me, the tournament is the single greatest sporting event in the world. And while I have no problem with folks who favor, say, the Masters or the NFL playoffs, the tournament provides a truly unique spectacle that, in my estimation, surpasses all others. I have a particular affinity for the first weekend. The first round of the tournament is about anticipating the unknown, the inevitability of the improbable. The next couple of days are about Bryce Drew and Pete Carril, Santa Clara and Richmond. The NCAA will eventually, and rightfully, turn to the Thomas Robinson’s and Kentucky’s of the world, but this weekend is more fun than that. For the big guys, the opening rounds are about survival, about not showing up on next year’s 10 Greatest Upsets list. For smaller, low-major squads, it’s about seizing the opportunity afforded them, a chance for a moment of glory against the more storied programs in college basketball. Is there a Steve Nash out there ready to take it to a #2 seed this year? I don’t know. But I’ll be waiting, and I’ll be watching. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.