By Jim Coffman
Trying to muster enthusiasm for the NCAA tournament now . . . after all, my sports-mad 10-year-old son is totally into it. As of 6:30 p.m. Sunday he had already filled out a couple brackets and had plans for a couple more. Me, not so much
Is there anyone who isn’t totally blinded by allegiance to the alma mater or to the nearby big school/only game in town who doesn’t have at least a few reservations at this point? I suppose there are also those fans who don’t know better than to take each and every cue from ESPN and its stable of simple-minded personalities. And of course there are those who only care about the gambling.
For the rest of us . . . the fact that everyone involved in major college sports at a high level gets rich except the immature, easily manipulated stars of the show, and that most of the “student-athletes” don’t receive anything even approximating a decent education, and that coaches never get fired for lousy graduation rates . . . this stuff is troubling. A knowledgeable fan tunes into Dick Vitale singing the praises of low-life, parasitic coaches like West Virginia’s Bob Huggins and, well, it is disheartening.
Posted on March 15, 2010