So, it is Basketball time, March Madness. I have up unto this point on my blog avoiding talking about sports. Why?
Well, I'm trying to make it as difficult as possible for you wonderful people out there out on the world wide intertubes to figure out who I actually am. I'm on my way off to Iraq with a pretty hoo-ahed out Army unit, and what with me both being and am talking about being a godsdamned queer and all, well, I worry about somebody putting it all together and murdering me.
But that's not the point of this post. The point of this post is that I really want to talk about the NCAA tournament, specifically how excited I am to see some of my favorite teams there, how I can't wait to see a certain team loose, and the difficulties of managing a bracket pool.
It's just difficult, because, well, let's say I'm really into the Zags, but would give a finger to see UCON loose(fucking Huskies, how often have you ruined my NCAA bracket?). Let's say I go through, explain why not only is Gonzaga the single best team out there this year, but also that that school, that program deserve to win in a way that the rest of those teams could only dream of. That if the Zags don't go all the way, or at least make it to the Final Four, well, that just means that there is something fundamentally wrong with the moral structure of the universe.
And then let's say that I go on to explain why the men's basketball program at UCON will never be as successful as the women's program, and how I think that fact creates in that program an ugly tension that makes them unworthy of their high placement in the tournament.
Of course, in real life I probably don't think anything like that at all. I'm just being all hypothetical, creating a scenario.
Now let's say that some angry, depressed, deeply closeted E-4 goes online and googles “queer” and “soldier” and comes upon my blog. He undergoes that big horror that only a person who really and truly ashamed of himself can feel, but keeps on reading. He notices that analysis of the Zags three point shooting sounds awfully familiar, then he says, hmm, I wonder if that SGT CombatQueer over at my unit might be some sort of... queer.
And, over the months over in the sandbox, that fellow grows in his tension, and one day decides to show what a man he is by killing me.
And that's why I can't talk about basketball in the way I'd like.
Go Zags!
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