How do we do it during March Madness?
How do we manage to bury our heads in the sand while simultaneously painting our faces in school colors?
We are either magicians or contortionists.
How else do you explain our ability to raucously stand up and clap our hands while we’re holding our noses at the same time to avoid the stench emanating from the cesspool otherwise known as college basketball?
I hate to be the party pooper and bracket buster and ruin everybody’s fun here, but let’s not forget that arguably the best team in college basketball u2015 the Alabama Crimson Tide u2015 is knee deep in the middle of a murder investigation.