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One word, five letters. March, the best time of the year, is back. It's our time. Time for those who love college basketball just as much in the early part of November as in the middle of this dazzling 31 day cacophony of chaos and time to welcome in everyone else to the party too, because there is no gatekeeping when it comes to the happiness and heartbreak that annually unavoidably arrives with this precious portion of the calendar. March. We we love it for what it's always been and hopefully always will be. A joyous, frenzied marathon of bids and brackets and bedlam and buzzer beaters with the unending capacity to shock and awe. Every year, without fail, we find ourselves gleefully tricked into this sense of normalcy before college basketball just breaks all contain. And of course it does. Of course it will. Because it's March. We adore this month because it brings us back to our childhoods when we were younger, when when we were in college, when we fell in love with the game for how it made us feel during this sacred stretch of sports. It's time for upsets and Cinderellas, yes, but even so much more than that, time for moments we can't possibly envision right now but know that they will arrive like clockwork because they always do. Because it's March, we are about to enter into a conference tournament fortnight. And I love the conference tournaments almost as much as I love the the Big Dance. The Horizon Leagues tournament gets going on Monday, initiating 14 consecutive days of bracket play from 31 conferences. There is nothing like this in all of American sports. As I record this right now, there are more than 340 Division 1 teams still eligible to qualify for and by definition win the Division 1 Men's Basketball national championship. The path to the national title game for Duke can also be the path for Drake. Northern Arizona is just as allowed as Arizona to win its way to and through the NCAA tournament. UConn and UTEP, Houston and Sam Houston, Florida and Florida A and M, they all get their chance to go for the glory. And that's what makes college basketball amazing. We've got 340 plus teams with the dream still alive right now, and that number will get sheared daily over the next two weeks when we'll whittle to 68 on the most holiest of hoops days, Selection Sunday. Between now and then we're going to have who knows how many events that spark our minds and souls. The ecstasy and the Agony Players you've never heard of lifting their teams to the promised land. While power conference brands just blow it and miss their chance on the main stage. After four plus months of opportunities to be one of the 68 on the dance floor that is the basketball hardwood 68. For a quarter century, we've been able to keep this glorious festival at 68 teams. As we enter this March, I wonder if this is the end of an era. Is this about to be the last 68 team tournament that we will ever have? I hope not. And chances are you're hoping the same. Because there is no logical argument that can support tournament expansion for even one more team into the field, let alone eight on both the men's and women's side. The tournament selection committees have put their discussions about March Madness expansion on on the back burner until April at the earliest. And it's been four years of exploration of this topic with minimal public endorsement. The decision technically still has not been made. It is not too late. Selection committee. It is not too late. The NCAA knows on a very basic level that it will not be improving the tournament product or the regular season by adding more teams to what is already the largest postseason team event in American sports. Maybe this is our last 68 team tournament. I hope not. But if it is, we will still have March and of course, everything that comes with it. The stakes will be different. The entry point will be easier, the standard will be lower. College basketball's golden age will truly have come and gone in a sense. So I really hope it's not the last one. But if it does go that way, we're going to have this month. We're going to have all the magic that comes with it. Cannot take that from us. So you know what time it is. I don't even have to ask you if you're ready because I know you are. And I've made you wait long enough. I want you to get ready to close your eyes and let the most epic guitar scrape ever known in the history of mankind to pierce your soul. Let this song envelop you, pump through your veins for the next five weeks until we crown a national champion in Indianapolis. It is here. Our month, our time. This is March. Hit the music.
