My shining moments on the tournament

How am I expected to write about a national championship game during which I fell asleep ... twice!\nAlright, it may have been the tryptophan the Helene G. Simon Hillel Center loaded in my turkey last night, but come on, for a tournament that saw both Final Four games come down to the end, the finale was nothing more then a dominating lull in which Georgia Tech never had a chance.\nAm I upset? \nNot in the least. \nI was upset when my White Sox gave me reason to believe by blowing a four-run lead in the ninth on opening day, just ask my wall, but I love when dominating teams do nothing else than dominate.\nI want the NCAA regular season to mean something more. Let's face it, beat the cupcakes early, survive in conference play, get a nice draw and welcome to the Final Four. \nOr if you're a powerhouse, it's sometimes an easier road as a higher seed. \nWait a minute. What the hell am I talking about?\nAm I criticizing the most intense, most exciting and most entertaining three weeks of the year? \nShame on me. \nBut instead of deleting what I wrote because, well, it's called a deadline, give me a second chance. \nI want another shot at it. Another shot at glory, just like Stanford was beggin' for about three weeks ago. And they wondered where the respect was all season. I'd show them where it was, but this is a G-rated column.\nAnyone can swim the creek -- otherwise known as the Pac-10 -- but the gauntlet isn't for soft West Coast ballers, evident by Nevada being the only team from out west in the Sweet 16. \nIt's for players like Georgia Tech's Will Bynum, who's about as tall as your sister, but at crunch time, he wants the ball.\nIt brings father and son closer together, reunites old players with new, not to mention makes you aware of a point guard named Squeaky and a Final Four M.O.P who graduated in three years with a grade point average higher then my vertical leap.\nThe point isn't that I can't dunk, but that we learned Washington's Nate Robinson, at 5-foot-9, can and first dunked a ball when he was 4-foot-9. \nOK, I couldn't reach the cookie cabinet when I was 4-foot-9.\nBut even at 5-foot-11 and 22 years old, I still cry when CBS (Commercials By the Second) plays "One Shining Moment" as it recaps the highlights from the entire tournament. \nEvery year, like Dick Vermeil at just another press conference, I cry. Whether it's the smooth sound of David Barrett's voice, or highlights from a tournament I can't watch for another year, I seem to lose control of my emotions. \nI even sang the song to my ex-girlfriend as a parting gift before she went away to school.\nI know the combination of my voice and a song related to basketball is a gift that just keeps on giving. \nBut the turkey at Hillel? \nI don't think so.