I love the tournament, I really do. It is my favorite televised sporting event of the year. But I do wonder if the event has a problem.
Because for me, it is anticlimactic.
The first weekend is pure basketball pleasure. Sixty-four teams, 48 games, a fair amount of upsets, a bunch of buzzer beaters, a few overtimes... the joy of watching experts eating their words, and know-nothings leading their company tournament pool... it is a feverish period. If there's a week where our nation goes basketball-crazy, it's that first four days of the NCAA tournament. It is as close as the sport of basketball gets to the fever of football's Super Bowl in the U.S.
But... the second weekend is no slouch, either. Still 16 teams, 12 games, still a few Cinderellas with the promise of the big surprise... still the question of whether the top seeds really are for real, or just this year's facade about to have holes poked into it... Sure, it's a bit of a letdown, but not much, and not surprising, because the first weekend was SO MUCH BASKETBALL PLEASURE.
But here we are, the final weekend. Two games Saturday, and a game that means something on Monday. No real underdogs. No incredibly interesting side stories. Just the best of the best, and only three games of it. It's been built up, and before the final jump ball is tossed, I already feel some letdown. Every year. Why is that? Is that what other folks feel, too?
If so, I'm not sure what can be done about it.


