Why the NCAA Tournament Is Like Crack

The ending of the Western Kentucky game is why I annually spent approximately 40 hours of my life watching college basketball over the first four days of the NCAA Tournament. Despite having no affiliation or rooting interest in WKU (like many of you, I picked Drake to win), the feeling I had when that shot went in -- the primal shout I let out, arms shooting up in ecstasy -- is why I watch. There is nothing like it. That it was an upset (as if "12-over-5" is considered an upset anymore) is a bonus. That it involved the Cinderella team of the year going down in an ultimate irony is a bonus. That feeling -- accompanied by what I can only presume is some kind of adrenaline shot, a physical reaction -- will carry me for a while. This is my crack. -- D.S.