NCAA Tournament...Whatever.

I'm a basketball fan poser. I will admit that fully without any hesitation or shame. My heart is split between hockey and football, and just like in the Harry Potter novels, the more times it rips in two, the harder my life becomes (major, major nerd points for that one).

It may seem strange, considering I come from a state with arguably (or factually, depending on where you're from) the largest, most heated and deep rooted college basketball rival in the world. Naturally I grew up cheering for the Louisville Cardinals men's team, and the Tennessee women's team. I went to several games of both. Having Pat Summitt sign my copy of her autobiography was one of the top ten moments of my childhood. Once they were a respectable team, I cheered for the Tennessee men as well. Occasionally I even cheered for the Louisville women, recognizing girls I'd seen in the gym from my days at Louisville volleyball camp.

Whatever.

It's never been that I didn't understand the game, or even truly enjoy watching it. I've converted my significant other (although he'd never admit it) to cheering for the Cards through forced weekend watching. I went to my first game at the new, gorgeous YUM! center this year, sitting in the third row of the student's section and cheering on my team while my friends flirted with frat boys. I'm dedicated to the teams I love, but not the sport itself.

That's why, when filling out my obligatory NCAA tournament bracket, I had Tennessee and Louisville in the National Championship, with the Cards taking home the trophy. Laugh all you want. I'm not an idiot, I just don't care enough about the sport to watch anyone but "my" schools play. If I'm going to cheer on anyone, it's going to be my boys. And I put my money where my mouth is.

Did I honestly believe either of them would make it that far? Like I said, I'm not an idiot. Did I predict Louisville going out first round to the educational joke of the state (behind the University of Kentucky, of course) MOREHEAD!? Absolutely not. Come on. This is a school where the frat stars strut around campus wearing shirts with "I <3 MORE HEAD" printed on the front (There's a space! It changes the name of the college to a request for additional sexual activity! Get it? GET IT!??).

Whatever.

As if I haven't lost all basketball credibility enough by admitting my complete lack of interest in watching anyone but my own team play, I didn't even get to watch Tennessee or Louisville play in the tournament. I was in class both times checking the scores on my phone.

At this point my only involvement with the Final Four is sending good vibes to whoever is playing Kentucky and staying away from Facebook during game time as to avoid the redneck, incoherent bragging of idiot UK fans.

Whatever.