Although I did not have a chance to see either of the first two games, I was able to see and hear just part of this afternoon’s 2nd round game where my beloved Butler Bulldogs beat the Murray State Murrays…..or is it Murrae? I was never any good at languages. (Actually I was an athlete, so I was able to test out of Greek and Hebrew by mowing the coach’s lawn….but I digress.)

What bothers me VERY MUCH is the fact that I tuned into the game with 2:21 left and down by 3! I used to get all juiced up by the close ones, but you know now at 48 I can do without them. All the ads for men my age are about Viagra and Rogaine. “Make sure your heart is healthy enough for sex or can hold a comb over your head without fainting.” But they ought to add, just sit on the porch and a few hours after it is over we’ll come tell you how they did. In truth, though I may think my heart is healthy enough to handle it, I could feel it in my chest. Why when I coach close games I never get chest pain or anxiety, but put a team of guys I have never met on the floor playing for my Alma Mater and I apparently can turn it into a cardiac event.

I suppose I shouldn’t worry. In just a few weeks we will be National Champions and I will probably be on a LOT of Prozac and in rehab. But if March Madness wasn’t maddening, then it wouldn’t be March in Indiana.

Keep me in your prayers, as well as all Butler fans (including Jesus and all the angels, Archangels and such….Butler is BIG in heaven). We are going to need it.

Off to take my pulse!

Goodnight my friends and God Bless!

Tommy+