Hoopaholic’s Gazette: Expansion, Eligibility ++
Oh, yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble/ (Oh yes we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble)/ With a “T” (with a capital “T”)/ Gotta rhyme it with “P” (gotta rhyme with “P”)/ And that stands for pool (that stands for pool) Oh yes we do. And not just here in River City. We’re talkin’ office pools not pool pool on green felt.
Minnesota Fats. But we’re behind the 8 Ball for sure. One page brackets shall have gone the way of rotary phones, buggy whips and cathode ray tellys.
Some Harold Hill-ish con men done finally convinced the NCAA that, mediocrity be damned, more is better. Even the country’s largest marching band — Bowling Green State’s which is 475 strong — doesn’t have 76 Trombones. But the Dance floor just got more crowded with 76 now jitterbugging.
Can 110 be far behind. * *The few of you who know 50s Broadway musicals are catching my riffs. I went to the Cherokee Art Fair this past weekend.
Was delighted that it hasn’t crept through the decades to side streets and up into the park. Like, for example, the behemoth that St. James has become.