Thursday, April 9, 2009
That was my original attitude towards the NCAA. That is, when I ever really gave any thought to it. I guess I was happy for us, but I'm not really into basketball. Pretty much the only benefit it served me on Monday night was the excuse to go party. Franklin Street was a mob of sweaty, hilarious happy people destroying public property and lighting stuff on fire. How could I not be proud? Even though I got knocked on the ground, busted my knees, and lost two perfectly good street signs, I think it was worth it in celebration of some kind of campus unity. Oh and the photo-ops were great.