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Question #89048 posted on 02/26/2017 9:26 a.m.

Dear 100 Hour Board,

How would you describe March Madness?



Dear Notre Dame,

Better than Christmas!

-Sunday Night Banter


Dear Potato Lover,

As a disclaimer, you did ask how I would describe March Madness. 

So there's this series of basketball games. And for some reason, because the name is alliterative, it justifies playing basketball outside of its normal season. Anyways, apparently there are predetermined brackets, and people bet on who's going to ultimately win those brackets. And then there is much playing of basketball.



Dear I'm at an Irish bar right now,

A waste of time and money.




Dear friend,

Ooh, ooh, I know this one! Something to do with Sportsball, right? Go, my favorite sports team, go!

-Van Goff


Dear lightbulb,

One January a few years back, my 92-year old uncle lost his sense of taste, and therefore his ability to enjoy his daily bowl of vanilla ice cream. Without ice cream, was there really any point to life? "That's it," he said, "I'm out."

He stopped eating and dropped over fifty pounds in a matter of weeks. Gaunt and frail, our family gathered to see him one last time in late February before he perished.

But then something amazing happened. March came, and with it March Madness. A big basketball fan, my uncle suddenly began eating again and taking an interest in life. He followed as many games of the tournament as he could. His physical health made a huge comeback, and he was talkative and cheerful.

Alas, every tournament must come to a close. When March Madness ended, so did Chick. RIP, old man.

Sports can save lives... or, at the very least, prolong them.


--Ardilla Feroz