Happy Good Friday to all!

I am back. I am not sure as to why I enjoy beginning each post that way, but I do. Besides, I am still unsure any of this is being read so in some ways it is like talking to myself. I do not mind doing that except I have this annoying habit of finishing my own sentences. It is as if I can anticipate everything that I want to say. I should seek help with that problem, only I think that I have been known to interupt and finish other people's sentences.

I keep thinking that if I stare at this screen and keyboard long enough, something profound will spring to mind. Boy, have I been wrong about that. In my sop to the NCAA Tournament, I enjoyed last night's games. Being Canadian and not going to any US college for school, I can pick and choose, not that anybody else could not, any schools that I like or have some, no matter how tenuous, connection to. It is with that in mind that two of my hopefuls in remaining in the tournament won last night. I have family, my late father's late uncle (and people wonder why I have punctuality issues--my whole family seems to be late so why shouldn't I?) and a cousin, who we believe is still alive, but I have not heard a thing about him since at least my wedding in 1993, live(d) in Morgantown, WV. That is where the campus of West Virginia University is located. Though, I have not been down that way since 1977, I was sort of taken by the place. The mountainous area and the monorail were cool in a late 70s view of the "future" sort of way. It reminds me of the future according to Disney at Epcot. It was something back in the 70s but as future becomes present, it makes me want to smack my forehead and ask "what were we thinking?"

There, in a roundabout way, I am supporting WVU. Go Mountaineers! In 1984, during our Reading Week, some frat brothers and I (Pi Lambda Phi, for those keeping score, Canada Kappa chapter) road tripped down to scenic Champagne-Urbana, IL and the University of Illinois. It was February and on the Sunday, the day we departed, hungover, sleep deprived and trashed (though I was driving as it was my father's car-the two toned early 80s Grand Prix with 8 cylinders of GM power) we took in an Illinois-Iowa basketball game. I do recall Illinois winning and it was a fun game to witness. Because of that, I am a fan of the Fightin' Illini. They won last night, so Go Illini!

I have nothing against Duke. I do like the tradition of North Carolina (the number of players and coaches that came up through Dean Smith's program over the years is a testament to his teachings of the game and recruiting skills. I think that with Roy Williams at the helm, a student of Smith's, the tradition lives on). I am also a UConn fan. I have been disappointed too often by Syracuse and any Pac10 team, though Arizona lives on, to ever put my money on them. I also think that Rick Pitino is a hell of a college coach. I thought that about Larry Brown too (a UNC alumnus) in both his college and professional coaching careers.

I guess that I really have nothing profound or funny to say right now. Yet it has not stopped me from typing whatever is on my mind. At least it is not me wondering what I will be having for dinner tonight or trying to remember what I ate last night. I am sure that has meaning to anybody reading. If I write about that, I guess I should just get a webcam and you can watch my daily life. I wonder how many people I could bore to death with the minutiae of my life. Step right up! See the Well Adjusted Madman brush his teeth! Marvel in the excitement of flossing! Good oral hygiene must be important in the world of ranting and raving! Look he is reading the newspaper! How exciting! I could have all these hours of "tape" and could edit it down to a great reality show. Somebody forward me Mark Burnett's number, I have a proposal for him. Fuck Martha Stewart, it is time for a Madman, just not CNBC's James Cramer, even I am finding his yelling too much.

I think that I have had enough for this moment. I hope you enjoyed today's bit of nothingness. Oh yeah, Barney Martin died. He was 82. He played Jerry Seinfeld's father, Morty, on Seinfeld. That is too bad, but it to is life! Ciao!