Will the clock strike midnight?
The Sweet 16 is usually when we say goodbye to the plucky little teams that pulled off an upset or two (and ruined plenty of brackets in the process). We listen to their stories. We smile at their silly traditions. We watch their bleary-eyed coaches take every single TV or radio appearance from New York to L.A. But now the clock strikes midnight, the glass slipper turns into a pumpkin, or whatever mixed cliche you want to use.
Then came George Mason. And now, well, we almost expect a repeat. We see the promise and ignore the reality. The Final ... Read more
