Five weeks is far too long a hiatus for the faithful readers of Catfish Vegas presents... and the staff deeply apologizes. We'll return with regularity and spare the readership from having to modify old folk songs in calling for posting.
That said, there's still the problem of not having a topic, but rambling has never stopped us before.
Ah, the television has relinquished a topic, and right in time.
It's selection Sunday, with teams looked up and down and slapped with a label predicting their likelihood of succeeding in a tournament. Our favorite sons are deemed to be the third best in their particular field of 16. And I don't want to talk about the game yesterday that stuck the 'Cats with such a "low" seed.
All I can say is I'm damn ready for some frantic hoops action.
That, and I'm going to sit on bleachers (or grass) in the sun Thursday, with a beer and a bratwurst and watch Major League baseball players tune up for the coming summer-long battle for a World Series.
This is the best time of the year for sports, with basketball coming to a close and baseball starting. I love the convergence of a new season's hope for one sport and the exciting playoff atmosphere of another. It's the inverse of October/November, when the Series heats up about the same time Midnight Madness kicks off the NCAA season.
Whether it's the first pitch coinciding with triumphant hoopsters hoisting a trophy or the first warm-up dunk colliding with a late-inning homer, the excitement draws me in. Watching one group of athletes open a season full of promise while another group closes out a season is incredible.
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