March Madness in Rwanda

So I get it – it’s March Madness. I’ve seen it as everyone’s Facebook, Gchat, Twitter, Buzz status, and Georgetown has emailed me about a million times. On top of it, I’ve been invited to fill out no less than 10 brackets, which normally I would jump on – but I can’t read the news some days, let alone download a bracket.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been out of the country. In 2007, when Georgetown made it to the Final Four, I was lounging by the beach in Australia. I had to wake up at 7am and start drinking, after a night of drinking, in order to watch the games. So I know what it’s like to have to be at the beckon call of time change.

This time around, I’m in Africa. And, sort of sad that I don’t get to keep up with the Hoyas, I’m trying to avoid the whole madness (see what I did there?) Anywho, I got another email from Georgetown today, and, out of boredom, I opened it to see where the game watches are this year. And what did I discover? That Georgetown University, my proud school, has game watches in South America. WHAT? Yes, not one, but a couple, in South America. Rude. And racist. So enjoy it you South American travelers, not only can you wear shorts and dresses above the knee, but you can all crowd around a bottle of tequila to watch the games.

Furthermore, the email was titled “Join the Hoyas for an NCAA game watch near you!” Is it near me? Is it really? Because it seems to me that the closest location is about a 9 hour plane ride. Georgetown, as much as I love you, take your discriminating emails elsewhere, because this Hoya is in Africa.

And now this whole blog is irrelevant, because Georgetown just got knocked out of the tournament. I’m still posting it, because I took the time to write it - but Georgetown friends I understand if you don’t tune in, we all need a day of mourning.