I watched a lot of college basketball this weekend. This may lead you to believe that I am a basketball fan. In reality I'm really not. Normally, I only watch basketball two times a year. First when UofL plays Kentucky and then the Final Four championship game.

I'm a Louisville fan. Not the "travel across the county or wait in line for tickets" kind, but it's my alma mater so when needed I bleed red like other Cardinal fans.

This year my viewing habits have been different. Like the rest of my state, I have been caught up in March Madness. Why? For one, I have more free time on my hands. But the real reason is revenge. The cards and their fans have something to prove to the idiot NCAA committee members who ranked them a #4 seed. A number two seed – well we could accept that -- but a #4 seed? The committee must have been doing some good drugs.

My weekend viewing began with the UofL -- West Virginia match up. I'll admit that by half time I had counted the Cards out. They were playing sloppy and WV seemed to hit every 3-pointer it threw in the air. But the Cards came back from a 20-point deficit in one of the best comebacks of the season. Then I watched the Illinois – Arizona game. It was another nail biter with a last minute comeback by Illinois. By this time I was hooked.

Forget the Easter bunny; Sunday was all about the Road to the Final Four. I'm not a Kentucky fan but I did hope for a final four meeting with our biggest rival. By the end of the game everyone in the house was glued to the tube. Tammy and Tristian were there, Meghan delayed her drive back to college, my husband actually took a break from computer gaming and even six-year-old Evan joined us, intrigued by all the yelling. When Sparks made the last minute shot to tie the game, the house foundation must have shook from all the sound.

We even did the duck dance. You see my mother bought Evan this annoying dancing/singing duck for Easter. After he played it about 40 times, consecutively, the husband threatened to dismantle it. But it was the perfect sound to celebrate the last minute shot. So there we were, six lackadaisical fans, doing the duck dance in front of the TV. Now that's reality television.