Am I Supposed Care About College Hoops Already?

Random thoughts are all I may be able to offer for a few days. Traveling around on bid-ness and not a ton of time to tap into my inner creative. However, with hotel TVs becoming a more familiar travel companion, I’ve found myself almost being forced to watch college hoops. And it’s painful. The weird thing is I used to love college basketball. Tonight, I was watching Indiana for a few minutes was embarrassed that I couldn’t have told you Tom Crean was the Hoosiers head coach prior to this evening.

As a wee buck, I was the kid staying up for the third game of Big Monday or Super Tuesday to catch up on Long Beach St. Couldn’t get enough. Didn’t matter the conference, day of the week or time of night. Now, I can’t tolerate anything before conference tournaments. Like, nothing. Maybe Duke-Carolina. Maybe.

When did this start happening and why? I can’t really figure it out. Perhaps it was when Mateen Cleaves starting racking up first-team All-American honors year-after-year. My reasons are likely similar to many others who remembered teams like the Runnin’ Rebels who boasted four or five NBA players — all of them upperclassmen. Now, there’s nothing even close.

The real question: am I the only one? If you’re like me, an early thirty-something wondering where his passion for college roundball has vanished, and have an explanation please give it to me. I want to love again. I really do.