It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Not Christmas, I live in southern Indiana that means March Madness. The first two days of the NCAA tournament has this whole area buzzing. I don’t have the figures in front of me on the size of the Louisville media market, but this area routinely is either at the top or near the top in television ratings. We eat this shit up, we even do well in the TV department if none of our teams are worth a crap. We are a melting pot of college basketball blueboods with the University of Kentucky, University of Louisville, and Indiana University all within 90 minutes of here. Lexington and Louisville routinely host first round games and Indianapolis gets regional sites and Final Four hosting duties almost yearly. Basketball is a big deal in this area, throw in Notre Dame (football school, but pretty consistent in basketball),Purdue, and these days Butler and Indiana is all about basketball. The movie Hoosiers is a the real deal. The bigger high schools in this state build gyms bigger than some universities, think Texas and high school football. If you play your college ball in this state or Kentucky and play four years or were a star you will always have a job for life selling insurance, hawking cars, or any company in either state will pay top appearance fees to slap your mug on some poorly edited cheesy ad. Hell, a bench warmer for the University of Louisville ran one of the biggest basketball camps in the area for years, I think he scored a total of 23 points in four years in college. Point of all this rambling is we love basketball.
In breaking news today my daughter missed softball practice, didn’t even go, or attempt to attend. I would suggest she drive herself but she’s only seven and I think her legs would wear out biking it before she got there. Evidently being out past 7:30 is going to morph her into an adolescent vampire. This is asinine and there isn’t a frigging thing I can do about it. Yeah life sucks sometimes, no actually life blows sometimes, I could go on a profanity laced diatribe but it isn’t going to change anything. Isn’t going to suddenly have her appear at practice, isn’t going to magically change the situation of total bullshit I’m forced to deal with. Decent chance I could go out to any local restaurant or grocery store at 7:30 and run into a number of her classmates, but nope my daughter has some magical 7:30 bedtime/quiet time. She gets to live in her own little prison without even realizing it, she thinks this is just normal when she isn’t with me. For once in her youth career she is getting real coaching and showing improvement but doesn’t fit in some one’s schedule of parenting.
Would love to see an overpaid talking head give me an explanation on why this is OK. I did my own scientific study (the internet’s leading source WebMD.com of course) and children my daughter’s age average nine hours of sleep. That tells me that if she was in bed by 9:30 she would have gotten nine hours sleep if she was staying with me! There is no travel time involved when she isn’t with me so she could even sleep later! I was informed of “experts” (snicker, snicker) that proclaim that during the school year she shouldn’t be with me 50/50 while I was in the process of divorce, I’ve not read anything that says otherwise other than outdated material with small sample sizes. Besides each child is unique and mine has been a frigging ninja balancing this bullshit, her problem is she doesn’t know any better and I can’t clue her into what a crock it is……….YET. My day will come and it will be the proudest day off my life, it’s going to be years from now but it is going to come!
Not going to let this bit of unsettling news deter me tonight though, I’ll take the “Let it Go” approach minus the lyrics, because the “cold does bother me anyway”. Going to wrap it up, I’ve got Hammy bitching about the non stop college basketball on the television. He keeps saying something about “Mother Russia” and demanding that we should be watching ice hockey. Welcome to Indiana you little rodent KGB spy, ice hockey doesn’t exist here. I might deck him out tomorrow in his custom tailored Indiana University cheer leading outfit and make him sit on the couch with me and appreciate basketball instead of hockey and Ukrainian jokes. Since I have a heart I’ll buy him the good stuff instead of Dark Eyes vodka, I’ll go with Findlandia though not his native Russian vodka, we all need to diverse at some time in our life and tomorrow might be Hammy’s time.