It was always an awkward moment when someone needed the red bat.
“Yeah, Billy, you can play but you gotta use the red bat.”
“But I wanna use the yellow bat like everybody else.”
“Motherfucker, you went 0-for-46 yesterday. The yellow bat is no longer an option for you.”
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I miss the days when the NCAA Tournament used home floors and you knew instantly where every game was being played. Every game now has the same generic feeling.
Bring back this vibe.
In 4th grade, I tried to fake being sick by holding up a thermometer to a lightbulb so I could stay home from school and watch Day 1 of the NCAA tournament.
To this day, I still can't believe my own mother made me go to class with a 156 degree temperature.