March Madness is underway and there are a couple of things that strike me. First off, congrats to harvard for their win. A 14 seed winning is awesome, and the fact that this is their first win at the Big Dance makes it even more fun. I can't imagine what those players felt like when the final buzzer sounded, but I do have an underdog story. When I was in high school, I played golf. My frshman year coach (Kent Miller) required us to play in at least three junior tournaments in the summer before he would even let us come out for the team. The idea being that we needed to know what it's like to compete under pressure, so we'd be better teammates playing for the school team. Eventhough Kent was my coach onlt that year, I continued playing junior tournaments in the summer to work on competitiveness and to keep my game sharp. The summer between my junior and senior years, I played in a huge match play tournament up near Mansfield. I played just good enough to qualify for the championship flight and saw that my second round match would be against the prior year's state champ... of course that would only happen if I won my first round match. I did and the date was set. I'm not sure I could put it in March Madness terms, but it was at least a 2-15 match up, and probably more like a 1-16. Ken Saal had shot 66 in the qualifier and I shot 75. He was being scouted by major colleges and I was not on the radar for even D3 schools. Unlike Harvard last night, I didn't have a coaching staff to game plan and I didn't have tape to review to see his strengths and weaknesses. I did have a good friend in Rob Gibbs, a freshman from my school team who caddied for me, and he was optimistic. I remember early in the round I made a 25 footer for eagle and Saal dropped one in right on top of me for his own eagle. I remember that we have a gallery of some 30 people, certainly there to watch him and not me. But I hung in and on the 18th tee, I was was one up. A par five with out of bounds left and a fairway that sloped that way, I just had to keep it in play and I would at least get to extra holes. We both hit nice drives and were short of the green in 2. Saal cozied his ball on the green with about 10 feet for birdie and I hit a shot to about 3 feet. When he missed his putt, he picked up my ball and conceded the match. I still credit him for that... a true sportsman. He could have made me putt and given the situation I might have missed, but he acted like a guy who'd been there before and gave me my moment. I guess that's why I like watching basketball this time of year... underdogs hit shots and win games and I guess I can identify with them just a little bit.