It's beginning to look a lot like college basketball season...

Whenever you look down at the ESPN ticker and you see scores for schools like Elon, Old Dominion, Austin Peay, and even the dreaded ORAL ROBERTS, .....there's only one conclusion to draw. It's college basketball season. Everytime I see NCAAMN come thru the crawl, It brings me back to my sophomore year of high school, in which I won my dad's NCAA march madness office pool. The day which he handed me an envelope that contained $189 of sweet, sweet cash money that I used to buy a size Extra Large Nike swoosh t-shirts and Outkast cd's was a day that shall live in suburban white kid listening to rap music infamy.

I would've traded it all in, however, to have seen Michigan beat North Carolina for all the marbles back in '93. Even though Chris Webber called the ill-fated time out that didn't exist and cost those pesky Wolverines the game, I still asked for a C-Web Golden State Warriors Jersey for my birthday the following year, which I did get, and still wore up until about 2 years ago. Somehow, I haven't been able to duplicate my bracketology expertise; every NCAA bracket I've filled out since then has been an exercise in futility. So, like most female gymnasts and figure skaters, I peaked early.

So everyone's talking about how Michael Vick single-handedly put up 59 points, cured cancer, and stimulated the economy against the Redskins last night. All joking aside, Vick's performance was nothing short of breath-taking; My first impression of last's night's monday night match-up was that I was watching a Texas 4-A regional playoff blowout. Then It started to dissolve into and Eagles-Redskins matchup that I may or may not have pre-simulated in a game of NFL BLITZ when I was in college. Good on'ya, Mike.

I can't stop listening to Girl Talk's new crazy-ass collection of Mash-ups. If you didn't know, head on over to Illegal Art's website and cop the free download! I've already made, like 3 Facebook status updates in reference to Mr. Gillis mashing up Ol' DB, Radiohead, Jay-Z, The Ramones, Missy Elliott, and just about anything and everything else.

Well, it may just be about that time for me to put on my sport coat and head out, Mr. Rodgers style.. I gotta go pick up the one and only Graham Weber from the airport, then head to trudy's for some Mexican Martini's. If you're in Austin, you know just how utterly fantastic these concoctions are. So, I leave you with this:

"Nobody goes there anymore; it's too crowded." #yogi-isms

-Marty.