I love the NCAA tournament, usually. I play in the office pool, but more than just that, I emotionally get involved with the games. Yes, that's not an exaggeration. Emotionally involved. I stand up and yell at the TV set for teams located in places I've never visited, becoming hoarse for schools I didn't attend, cheering for Cinderellas I didn't know existed a month before. Like most of America, I have fallen in love with the underdog narrative - the plucky, underdog story we've all seen in Hoosiers and Little Giants and countless good, bad, and terrible sports movies over the last fifty years. And as a fan of my alma mater, Lehigh, I guess I live this underdog story on a near-daily basis. Lehigh is almost always the "smaller school" in all their NCAA athletics contests, whether it's wrestlers going against the semi-pros of Penn State and Iowa, or the football team going against the 100+ scholarshipped players of Yale or Princeton. Th
Independent writing about Lehigh, the Patriot League, FCS football and whatever I damn well please since 2003