Over the span of three days, I attended six college basketball games at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia for what is now considered the second and third rounds of the NCAA Tournament. As I am writing this Tuesday afternoon, I am coming off a 103.9 fever, a day of being incapacitated and delirious, a bit of vomiting, and a diagnosed case of the flu. Basically, the NCAA Tournament almost killed me.
And you know what? I wouldn’t trade the experience I had this past weekend even with my body feeling like it’s been hit by a 10-ton load of bricks. I’ve always wanted to attend the NCAA Tournament, and finally, at 29 years old, I was able to take in an entire weekend’s worth of games thanks to my buddy Pete, who secured four tickets to all three sessions for the weekend.
I couldn’t have been more excited to kick off the weekend a day early, and it got off to a tremendous start despite the frigid weather in the City of Brotherly Love. I hopped on the subway at around 11 a.m. Friday, met up with the crew, devoured a cheesesteak and headed in for the Duke-Albany game to tip off the weekend.