Imploding Brackets? Camp Out In The 1970s With Me
March 26, 2022 at 2:19 a.m.
Imploding Brackets? Camp Out In The 1970s With Me
By Chip Davenport-
Lets look at all the wrong first because there is so much of it. I’m likely not alone based on any takes or predictions I made within conventional wisdom.
“I believe Wisconsin will be the only Big Ten team to advance to the Sweet 16.”
Wisconsin couldn’t get past Iowa State, and Michigan joined Purdue in the round of 16 instead.
My best possible bracket sheet won-loss record will be 35 wins and 28 losses. I’ve never won fewer than 44 games among all the years I’ve filled out brackets with a 64-team field.
Kentucky and Baylor, my early round disasters, were joined by Gonzaga and Arizona Thursday night. I had ‘Zona and Baylor in the final, and I had the Zags in the final four, so the domino effect destroyed my picks.
I started out 13-3 on Thursday, 11-5 Friday, then I was 7-9 over the weekend, and the aforementioned domino affect will result in a 4-11 record at best the remainder of the tourney.
Now, I have something to share where I was wrong about being wrong, and instead I’m right. You followin’ me?
There will be a Class 2A softball semistate at the Tiger Softball Complex June 4. It was on the IHSAA Executive Committee minutes, changed on the spring bulletin, then corrected to show Warsaw as the host in the final updated bulletin. Whew! I’m glad. I was looking forward to announcing throughout the day and evening.
I follow @Super70sSports on Twitter. The guy doesn’t have to use as many f-bombs as he uses in his posts, but his posts are witty, and they really make a person wax nostalgic, nonetheless.
Whether it’s a throwback toy like a Fisher Price McDonald’s activity set, a brave fashion choice made by 70s models in a catalog page, or “OG” implements of backyard death like the Lawn Jarts, the guy running the page showcases a lot of stuff for a quick stroll down memory lane.
@Super70sSports recently posted a Big Wheel pic of a moderately worn-out Big Wheel. Kids, and millennial adults for that matter, if you don’t know what a Big Wheel is I’ll share.
The only things not plastic on the three wheeled, chopper-style seated, low-riding pedaled trike were the pedals. If your roads or streets were gravel annually topped with a fresh spiny layer over tar and rolled over by a guy who’s lunchtime beer breath you could smell from your front stoop, the plastic tires didn’t hold up well.
All the spins, side skids, and other tricks you saw other kids do on television - triggering you to needle your parents for weeks or months on end for a Big Wheel of your own - were performed on normal city and suburban street surfaces.
The shelf life of a Big Wheel’s thin plastic tires on the streets of Gloria Glens Village for any kid who weighed more than 50 pounds was two summers before slits and splits appeared on your rear wheels just in time to mothball your summer toys when school started.
I truly believe one feature, its adjustable, and better yet, removable seatback with two pegs and a choice of three rows of holes, was designed because the adults on the engineering team likely had an absolute blast during Big Wheel’s R&D journey.
There were numerous summer days when the big kids came around to take it for a spin, removing the seat back and tossing it to the edge of the street. It was bitter-sweet. We liked the attention the big kids gave us, but we knew its tires’ shelf life was limited, so the older kids were stealing precious Big Wheel drive time from each of us.
This was the time of year the Big Wheels rolled out, from now until school was back in session. We were in awe of the kids who could ride the plastic trike uphill. I’ve always had strong calves, so although I was otherwise rather small otherwise before adolescence.
Spring has sprung, and although March looks like it will go out like a lion, it’s still the start of Big Wheel season in a corner of my mind.
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Lets look at all the wrong first because there is so much of it. I’m likely not alone based on any takes or predictions I made within conventional wisdom.
“I believe Wisconsin will be the only Big Ten team to advance to the Sweet 16.”
Wisconsin couldn’t get past Iowa State, and Michigan joined Purdue in the round of 16 instead.
My best possible bracket sheet won-loss record will be 35 wins and 28 losses. I’ve never won fewer than 44 games among all the years I’ve filled out brackets with a 64-team field.
Kentucky and Baylor, my early round disasters, were joined by Gonzaga and Arizona Thursday night. I had ‘Zona and Baylor in the final, and I had the Zags in the final four, so the domino effect destroyed my picks.
I started out 13-3 on Thursday, 11-5 Friday, then I was 7-9 over the weekend, and the aforementioned domino affect will result in a 4-11 record at best the remainder of the tourney.
Now, I have something to share where I was wrong about being wrong, and instead I’m right. You followin’ me?
There will be a Class 2A softball semistate at the Tiger Softball Complex June 4. It was on the IHSAA Executive Committee minutes, changed on the spring bulletin, then corrected to show Warsaw as the host in the final updated bulletin. Whew! I’m glad. I was looking forward to announcing throughout the day and evening.
I follow @Super70sSports on Twitter. The guy doesn’t have to use as many f-bombs as he uses in his posts, but his posts are witty, and they really make a person wax nostalgic, nonetheless.
Whether it’s a throwback toy like a Fisher Price McDonald’s activity set, a brave fashion choice made by 70s models in a catalog page, or “OG” implements of backyard death like the Lawn Jarts, the guy running the page showcases a lot of stuff for a quick stroll down memory lane.
@Super70sSports recently posted a Big Wheel pic of a moderately worn-out Big Wheel. Kids, and millennial adults for that matter, if you don’t know what a Big Wheel is I’ll share.
The only things not plastic on the three wheeled, chopper-style seated, low-riding pedaled trike were the pedals. If your roads or streets were gravel annually topped with a fresh spiny layer over tar and rolled over by a guy who’s lunchtime beer breath you could smell from your front stoop, the plastic tires didn’t hold up well.
All the spins, side skids, and other tricks you saw other kids do on television - triggering you to needle your parents for weeks or months on end for a Big Wheel of your own - were performed on normal city and suburban street surfaces.
The shelf life of a Big Wheel’s thin plastic tires on the streets of Gloria Glens Village for any kid who weighed more than 50 pounds was two summers before slits and splits appeared on your rear wheels just in time to mothball your summer toys when school started.
I truly believe one feature, its adjustable, and better yet, removable seatback with two pegs and a choice of three rows of holes, was designed because the adults on the engineering team likely had an absolute blast during Big Wheel’s R&D journey.
There were numerous summer days when the big kids came around to take it for a spin, removing the seat back and tossing it to the edge of the street. It was bitter-sweet. We liked the attention the big kids gave us, but we knew its tires’ shelf life was limited, so the older kids were stealing precious Big Wheel drive time from each of us.
This was the time of year the Big Wheels rolled out, from now until school was back in session. We were in awe of the kids who could ride the plastic trike uphill. I’ve always had strong calves, so although I was otherwise rather small otherwise before adolescence.
Spring has sprung, and although March looks like it will go out like a lion, it’s still the start of Big Wheel season in a corner of my mind.
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