A Beautiful Sunday

One thing Plotnik hasn't figured out yet is why on certain Sundays his legs feel great, he's got tons of wind, he can run up and down the basketball court with abandon, he can cut in either direction, he can even get some air on his jump shot, be the bothersome gnat he used to be on defense and play like he's twenty years younger. He never knows in advance which day will be like that. Today was one of those days.

The opposite can be true too -- knees ache, trip and fall over, ball bounces off hands out of bounds, walk instead of run, embarrass himself.

But today Plot had a great team and they won every game. What this means is four full court games in a row without a break, and when that happens you always feel good. Plot even got in a shouting match with one of the other guys, which is a sign of General Healthy Feistiness.

Kansas is going to beat Davidson and then North Carolina, and UCLA is going to beat Memphis, and that means NotThat Lucas plays The Great Plotnik for the National Championship. Where are we going to watch the game, Mr. That?