Basketball and Pressure

I’m so very happy that our Uconn girl’s have taken the National Championship. It’s sad though, because it’s all over and we have to wait seven months to see them again. On the very bright side, my wife, Marge, can now experience normal blood pressure readings. We watch the game with a blood pressure machine right next to her. I’m not joking, even with our team leading by twenty, any short run by the opposition will require a pressure reading. For Marge she will only breathe easy if we lead by thirty.

The girls have provided us with so much pleasure over the past fifteen years or so, that donating money to CPTV is actually a pleasure. In fact we have blankets, shirts, license plate holders, CDs, jackets and books to prove it. This year our complimentary gift was an autographed copy of Mel Thomas’s book. Good reading by the way.

Over these past years, we’ve attended three final fours, which gave us the opportunity to see Atlanta, New Orleans, and Tampa, Florida. We decided not to get tickets this year because we definitely did not enjoy the finals in Tampa. Not so much because they lost, but because our lottery tickets were absolutely the worst seats in the entire stadium. Seats were in the top row of the third deck in the corner of the stadium, seats against the wall. An oxygen mask might have helped the trip up and down the stairs. Issuing us a parachute might have also been advisable with how steep the damn stairs were. We were so high that we ended up pretty much watching the game on the big screen on the ceiling. Would have been better in a bar with a drink in hand….loss also might have been easier to take. We were not going to take another chance with the lottery. Actually two recliners facing a large flat screen did the trick for me this year. Might try it again for next years, or go there and buy them on the street. San Antonio sounds like a great place to spend a few days.

Well now its golf time, we’ll see what the year brings. I’m sure there’ll be plenty for me to write about after a few trips to the course. Till next time.