Slowtime Mondays indeed, Mr. Weller. My brain feels like it's swimming in a pool of molasses right now.
First things, apologies for the lack of an entry on Thursday and Friday last week. Egbert has gone MIA, and I frankly forgot about it on Friday. Whaddya gonna do?
In the meantime, I need to think of something to say. So I will.
The NCAA tournament starts on wednesday. Hooray! It's that time of year where everyone who didn't watch a single college game all year suddenly pretends to know exactly why 12th seeded Old Dominion will rise up and shock 5th seeded Michigan State in the first round. Me, I casually follow college hoops during the regular season, but once the tourney starts, I break out my ratty old Duke hat and go insane. In the coming days (probably wednesday), watch for my picks on who makes the Final Four. Here's a preview: it includes a former Boston Celtics coach.
Also, I realize after aiming for the sky with the greatest of intentions, that my proposed weekly series on one of my heroes, Michael Collins, never really happened. And with St. Patrick's Day on Thursday of this week, it likely never will. Us Irish....we're a little lax when it comes to following through with things. Feck off, the lot o'ye. Up the Republic.