Fast cars for slow minds.

In the midst of a fabulous party-filled Dinah Shore Weekend, I also had to squeeze in the NCAA Tourney because my boys (yes MY boys, I own them in my head) were well on their way to the final four. So yesterday afternoon, 3 of us cut out of the big SPLASH! pool party at the Wyndham to catch the game and check out the new sports bar in town, Buckets.

Seeing as there were two really big games on yesterday, I thought the bar would be packed, but no, it was basically empty. And all 15 TV's were tuned to NASCAR. We scratched our heads and politely asked the bartender if there was a chance she could turn on the basketball game. "What game?"

"Uh, the NCAA? College basketball? Big round orange ball, they have to put it through a hoop?" (I mumbled the last part.)

"Oh, didn't know there was any basketball on." She says and goes back to washing glasses. The place is called BUCKETS and she didn't know that there was BASKETBALL! I looked back and forth to my friends who were equally as confused and I asked again. "So, uh... any chance you could turn it on for us?"

"What? Oh.. you'll have to ask the guys." Now, there are only 4 guys in the place and they are riveted, rivet-ed to the big fast cars going around a tiny little race track.

"Well, there are what? 15 TV's here? Maybe you could just turn one onto CBS? How 'bout that one in the back?"

"You'll have to ask the guys. They're local." ... "So are we." I said. "They come here all the time." She snapped back at me. "You only opened two weeks ago. Maybe I would come here all the time too, if I COULD WATCH SOME FUCKING BASKETBALL YOU MORON!" I said on the inside.

On the outside I said "Okay, I'll ask them." ... "Hey, would it be alright with you guys if the bartender turn one of the TV's to the Michigan State-Texas game?"

They just kind of "Wha?" stared at us blankly. I repeated the request slowly but they still looked as if I was speaking a foreign language. So being the diplomat that I am, I put it into tiny words they could understand...

"I'll buy you a pitcher of beer if we can turn one of the TV's to CBS."

"Oh, sure! No problem. Cool." And they went back to watching lap 37.

So I sent over a pitcher, we ordered some wings and quickly got down to business. We screamed, we cursed, we high fived and the guys didn't seem to mind. They had their free beer and their NASCAR and 3 "single" girls jumping up and down.

Then reality came crashing down on our little green and white corner of the bar. MSU lost. They were pretty good, better than anyone expected, but they weren't good enough. There's always next year. blah blah blah... But for the time being, how 'bout them Golden Eagles?

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