The Gates of Hell

"You can stand me up at the gates of hell/But I won't back down"

- Tom Petty

Tonight, Dad and I ventured out to Yankee Stadium to see our beloved Red Sox take on the hated Yankees. Now, as neither one of us had ever been to the Toilet before, being in New York, we decided to avail ourselves of some day-of-game seats (we'll get back to that in a moment) and jump on the 4 Train and make the journey to Da Bronx. As the elevated train lurched toward the hulking beast on the East River, I mentioned to my father, "You ever feel like you were on a Landing Craft about to take Juno Beach?"

I didn't wear a hat, or a t-shirt or a jersey, or anything that would denote me as a member of the opposition. Although, had I done so, I would not have been alone. The first surprising thing to me was exactly how many Red Sox fans, in full regalia I might add, were there with us. In my section - Main Reserved 1, BEHIND HOME PLATE - there were at least 10 of us. And though we were, may times, drowned out by the drunken birthday party in the next row, we still got a few "Let's Go Red Sox" chants out with nary a battery thrown.

And from Manny's home run to Tavarez's effective pitching, throughout the game, I came to be even less enamored of Yankee fans than before. The "fans" in the expensive seats were just vindictive. I mean, I probably would be too if my team was getting its collective ass served up every night, and my owner was paying through the nose for team that probably won't win eighty games. The difference between me and the typical Yankee fan, however, is that I get the references I just made. They wouldn't. They also did not take kindly to our playful needling. Maybe it was because they were just rude, maybe it's because they can't exactly think of a comeback right now. But either way, when one slightly inebriated fan shouted "Hey, Coco Crisp, I ate you for breakfast today!" and thought highly of himself, I just let it go.

On the A train coming back to Times Square, I summed the evening up to my dad. "Well, now they can never say we didn't walk into the lion's den. And we also never have to do it again." I stood my ground. I watched my team win in a hostile environment. And I didn't back down.

Thirsty Thursday: 2005 Perrin Reserve, Cotes-du-Rhone, France

Summer has come to New England. So it's time to start reviewing some lighter wines. These are wines you can enjoy on one of those lazy summer nights, when the sea air kicks up in the afternoon and cools down the heat of the day. Something to pop open on the porch with some grilled fish, or just in anticipation of the long, summer sunset. Tonight, we're featuring a rose. And it's in a screwcap bottle. But lord strike me down, it was good wine. Seriously, don't be afraid of pink wine. Except for white zin. If I catch you drinking that stuff, I'll hunt you down. Or just call you out on this blog, whichever is easier.

And now, on to the notes!

The bright strawberry nose mimics the beautiful light red color in the glass. The palate boasts light raspberry flavors which while not as tight or controlled as one might hope are still flavorful and lush, with just a touch of spice from the addition of syrah in the traditional regional blend. The light finish is reminiscent of a cool, calm summer night, with the flavors returning for a few seconds as the taste drifts off into the sunset.

Overall: 90, Purchased at Cape Ann Liquors, Gloucester, MA, $9.99

The End of the Beginning

I walked out the door and as the hot New England sun glinted off my face I realized that there was to be no fanfare, no momentous feeling, none of that. It was a distinctly odd feeling, but rewarding all the same.

At 2pm this afternoon, I walked out of the Political Science department in Eaton Hall, having just dropped off my very last assignment to be completed in anticipation of my Bachelor of Arts degree at Tufts University. With that simple act, done on my way to work, I finished the five-year odyssey of college.

It didn't happen the way I always envisioned that it would. Graduation will take care of the pomp and circumstance, but all I had this afternoon was the knowledge that I had completed something, and done it well. There is a tendency to get sentimental at this time in a man's life, of challenges met, of obstacles overcome, and of a life ready to begin. But in this moment, knowing that work for the preparation for that life is complete, there is only satisfaction in a thing done well.

What's next?

Thirsty Thursday: 2002 Eos "The French Connection" (Proprietary Blend), Paso Robles, California

I'm sorry I've been a blog delinquent lately. I've been busy trying to graduate from college. I'm in the midst of writing a 20-page paper, my very last assignment before getting a diploma, on the merits of regional integration in West Africa. With 9 pages already written, I'm settling down to watch Daisuke pitch at home and thought I'd pass on another wine review.

I actually picked this wine up last weekend, celebrating the completion of my two toughest exams of the semester. Okay, to be fair, only one of them was tough. But I still wanted to celebrate, and what I found with Eos was a smooth wine with lots of body and rich flavors.

Here are the notes:

Blackberries dominate the nose and remain a main feature on the palate. The fruit forward palate is rather languid, even subdued, with a lot of smoothness in the mouth. The fruit notes of raspberries and ripe cherries are lovingly accented by a taste of cedar. The finish is mild and smooth again with mint an more cedar flavors rounding out this very balanced wine.

Overall: 89, Purchased at Cambridge Wine and Spirits, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, MA, $19.99

It Was Blood

Big news out of Red Sox Nation this week. No, it's not that we're in first place in a division that is getting rapidly weaker as our bats are coming out of their winter slumber, or the fact that The Dais-Man is making his first start at the Toilet tonight, or that Josh Beckett now has 5 wins from 5 starts. No, this week, we focused on whether Curt Schilling painted his sock in the 2004 ALCS to make it look like he was bleeding.

And why are focused on this "story?" Because new Orioles announcer Gary Thorne is a delightfully ignorant asshat who apparently couldn't pick sarcasm out of a crowded room with two hands and a flashlight. Thorne was chatting in the Red Sox clubhouse before yesterday's game with Doug "Cassus Belli" Mirabelli about summary topics which are probably not that interesting when Dougie Who Hits Bombs volunteered the "information" about the Sock which turned Schilling into both a baseball god and a folk hero.

Then, of course, every other ninny sportswriter, not having any copy to actually put in a paper yesterday, picked up the story and it blew out of control.

In response, Schilling has posted a reaction on his blog, 38 Pitches. Here's my favorite part:

"If you have the nuts, or the guts, grab an orthopedic surgeon, have them suture your ankle skin down to the tissue covering the bone in your ankle joint, then walk around for 4 hours. After that go find a mound, throw a hundred or so pitches, run over, cover first a few times. When you’re done check that ankle and see if it bleeds. It will."

I mean, how ballsy is that? Seriously. So, Gary Thorne, put that in your pipe and smoke it.

People are Creative (Or: Why I Love YouTube)

The Mii Lebowski.



Hilarious.

Also, this is why I love Mystery Science Theater 3000:



Anyway, I'm off to the Sox-Yanks at Fenway. You can be relatively sure there'll be a post about it later. Hopefully not involving any Yankee fans running afoul of "Punch Sideiron" or "Big McLargehuge."

Thirsty Thursday: 2001 Paul Jaboulet Ainé, Beaumes-de-Venise, Côtes-du-Rhône Villages, France

As we draw this exceptionally long and tiring week to a close, it's time for another wine review. I decided to go back to basics this week, and take a look at an affordable wine from one of the Motherland of Wine's oldest and most storied regions, the Rhone Valley.

Here are the notes.

Faint nose is met by a smooth palate, both of which are dominated by vanilla spice with fruit only barely noticeable. Good concentration of flavors after the wine opens up a little (at six years in the bottle and 14% alcohol, this wine will need 20 minutes or so before its drinkable...learned that lesson the hard way), but the astringent nature of the wine still tends to mask the flavors which seem overly soft. The finish is barely there, and seems to evaporate almost immediately.

Overall: 84, Purchased at Cambridge Wine and Spirits, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, MA. $11.99 on sale.

We Are Virginia Tech

I wasn't able to catch all of today's convocation in Blacksburg, I had to work on a project for the balance of the afternoon. In one of my breaks, however, I flipped over to CNN's coverage just in time to hear Nikki Giovanni, the noted poet and English professor at Virginia Tech deliver an incredibly moving, and powerful work to the community gathered there. Let me put it this way, anytime you can make an arena full of people in the darkest depths of their mourning and shock and sadness stand up, clap their hands and affirm at the top of their lungs who they are, you're doing your job.

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We are Virginia Tech. We are sad today, and we will be sad for quite a while. We are not moving on. We are embracing our mourning. We are Virginia Tech.

We are strong enough to stand tall tearlessly. We are brave enough to bend to cry, and sad enough to know we must laugh again. We are Virginia Tech. We do not understand this tragedy. We know we did nothing to deserve it. But neither does a child in Africa dying of AIDS. Neither do the invisible children walking the night away to avoid being captured by a rogue army.

Neither does the baby elephant watching his community being devastated for ivory. Neither does the Mexican child looking for fresh water. Neither does the Appalachian infant killed in the middle of the night in his crib in the home his father built with his own hands, being run over by a boulder because the land was destabilized.

No one deserves a tragedy. We are Virginia Tech. The Hokie nation embraces our own and reaches out with open heart and hand to those who offer their hearts and minds. We are strong and brave and innocent and unafraid. We are better than we think and not quite what we want to be.

We are alive to the imagination and the possibility we will continue to invent the future through our blood and tears, through all this sadness.

We are the Hokies.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We will prevail.

We are Virginia Tech.

Blacksburg

We still don't know all the details of what happened this morning on the campus of Virginia Tech. What we do know is that this morning's incident was a tragedy of massive proportions that will affect this nation for years to come. The worst part may yet be, however, the thought that any of us in college could have been those students in Norris Hall.

We don't know, and it's easy to second guess the response of the University administration and police at this point without all the facts, but we do not know if this horror could have been prevented. College campuses are an open place, where young people come and go as they please, as they should. But that allows for the possibility that situations like today could take place. That someone acting alone could take over a building and empty a magazine of bullets and reign destruction and terror down upon innocent students.

And then reload.

And reload again.

And again.

But today is not a day to talk about campus security. Or gun control. Or the culture of cyclical violence in America. Those are important debates. And as this is America, we will have them. But we will have them tomorrow and the next day and beyond.

Today, we must remember the dead and help give strength to the living. Because they endured a scene of unimaginable terror, one that no one should ever face. My heart, and I hope those of all Americans and especially those of fellow students, is in Blacksburg tonight.

Thirsty Thursday: 2004 Kumkani Pinotage, Stellenbosch, South Africa

Yes, I know it's Friday morning. But the title remains. If you're having lamb for Easter, this wine would be magnificent. Or, if you're just looking for something to sip on this cold New England weekend, this wine would do well in that endeavor as well. I wish I had discovered this wine while I was in South Africa, so that I could have visited the vineyard in Stellenbosch. Alas, I didn't, so I suppose I'll have to go back. Anyway, the notes:

The first thing I noticed about this wine was the excellent color concentration. Brilliant, shimmering maroon color in the glass with salmon ring when tipped. The nose and palate have delightful hints of raspberry and other summer berry flavors which add lightness to the earthy backbone of the Pinotage grape. The taste is well balanced across the palate, and the finish seems to linger for hours, as you bask in the warm glow of this light-bodied yet hearty wine.

Overall: 94, Purchased at Cambridge Wine and Spirits (formerly Mall Discount Liquors), Fresh Pond, Cambridge, $14.99.

XBox Hero (With Stars in My Eyes)

I bought an XBox last night. It was an impulse buy, but I challenge any of you to not do the same thing. My roommate Jon's friend called him up, offering his XBox for $50 as he needed to buy some peripherals for his new Wii. Jon, being an idiot, passed on the offer. So I made it my business to jump at it.

Now, on the face of it, $50 for an XBox is a steal. But this ain't no ordinary XBox. No, the kid selling it is a tech guru who got the thing modified so that it has a 60GB hard drive which can download any XBox game on to it and have forever. It came packed with MVP Baseball 2005, Rugby 2005, Tony Hawk 3 and a bunch of other stuff. Oh yeah, and it has emulators so I can play games going back to old school Nintendo.

This purchase is one of, if not the best, I have ever made. And yes, I may never leave the house again.

For What It's Worth: A Final Four Preview

I should mention right from the outset that if things don't go my way tonight, I will lose my Facebook pool to a guinea pig.

That's right, my asshat roommate decided to have some fun and have Mimosa, the house guinea pig, make selections for the NCAA Tournament. Now, some of Mimosa's picks were off base - she did have Oral Roberts in the Elite 8 - but a lot of them were on point. The crux of the discussion is this: Because I have terrible luck, and overthink almost all of my picks at Tournament time, if Ohio State wins tonight, I will lose to Mimosa. Here's to hoping that doesn't happen. So now, here's how the games breakdown, as I see it.

(2) Georgetown vs. (1) Ohio State

This game should be one for the ages. There are not two better matched teams in the entire tournament. And, it's the first game of the night, so the first half should be fairly slow, keeping the game close. It is going to be a battle of the big men, and we will see if both Greg Oden and Roy Hibbert can stay out of foul trouble. If that part of the game gets disrupted, Ohio State wins going away on the strength of guard play led by Mike Conley, Jr. However, I believe that Hibbert will have the presence of mind to play Oden close, perhaps even drawing a couple fouls off him, while staying out of trouble himself. That will allow him and Patrick Ewing, Jr. to control the tempo and Georgetown to eke out a close victory late in the game. And, seriously, I'm not just picking against the Guinea Pig.

Prediction: Georgetown 82, Ohio State 78.

(1) Florida vs. (2) UCLA

There are a lot of "if's" here for UCLA. IF Afflalo stays hot, and IF the inside game doesn't get too disrupted by Al Horford and Joakim Noah, and IF other guys can pick up the perimeter shooting, then UCLA is probably the best team in the country right now. However, IF one of those aforementioned possibilities doesn't come through, the Gators will win going away. The fact of the matter is that UCLA was overmatched against Kansas and came out on top, and IF that same team shows up tonight, they'll play for the national title on Monday. I believe that team will show and the Gators will - FINALLY! - be shut down.

Prediction: UCLA 71, Florida 65.

Brooklyn Pizza Gossip

Last night, I had one of the great experiences of my life, and not only because it allowed to love Tufts University by hating Tufts University. Mike Doughty (which, if you are not familiar with his work by now, you, sir or madam, are simply not paying attention to me) graced Walnut Hill with his presence for the rather conspicuously titled "Jumbo Jam" held in Dewick-MacPhie Dining Hall.

That's right, one of the great poets and musicians of our generation, a man tortured by genius and drug abuse (though fastidiously living the clean life these days, and making better music for it) played in the very same place where I have been eating PB&J sandwiches to cure hangovers for the last five years. Concert Board, however, is some combination of Lo-Fi and Bush League. By the time Doughty, clad in what he described as a "clean" shirt, and old school DC kicks, and Andrew "Scrap" Livingston took the stage at 9:30 there were less than forty people in the room. This mostly due to the fact that Concert Board kept this show a closely guarded secret. Seriously, you wouldn't have known this show was even happening unless you happened to see the ONE advert they placed in the Tufts Daily. Their shortcomings were enunciated by a skeptical Doughty who took the stage and thanked us for the invite to "Jumbo Jam" informing us that since we brought the Jumbo, he would bring the Jam. Thank god he didn't phone it in.

The show opened with "Put It Down" one of Doughty's newest concoctions, a song which needed some tightening to be sure, but has a lot of promise. I can't wait to hear it on the new record. He and Scrap then launched into a grab bag of his greatest hits, reaching all the way back to Ruby Vroom with True Dreams of Wichita and later Janine, along with some of his solo greatness with selections like Thank You, Lord, For Sending Me The F Train and Madeline and Nine. The set was action packed and pleasing to the superfan like me, despite the fact that my demands for a rendition of "Firetruck" were not met.

But, it was after being asked where the rest of the band was that the show got real interesting. He made a joke that Scrap had eaten them. Now, this joke brought in a new wrinkle. Doughty had mentioned several time on his blog (which is linked on the blogroll) that he and his bandmates - including the aforementioned man of mystery, Mr. Livingston - enjoyed the pizza at Brooklyn institution DiFara's. In the course of my blog reading last week, I came upon an article at SliceNY saying that DiFara's had been shut down, apparently for health code violations. It later turned out those violations had to do with rat feces being found in the food prep area. Anyway, cut back to the show, James decides to shout to the stage, in reply to the Scrap eating the band joke that Scrap was hungry because he couldn't get a slice at DiFara's as it was closed. Doughty laughed, and said "No, I think it's open." At this point, since no one else in the room was really paying attention, Mike Doughty and I start having a conversation. It is reproduced below, in its entirety:

Me: "Oh, really? Did they reopen it?"

Doughty: "What? RE-open?"

Me: "Yeah, the Board of Health shut it down."

Doughty: (obviously shocked and horrified) "WHAT!?!?"

Me: "Yeah, two weeks ago."

(Insert a very uneasy look between Scrap and Doughty here)

Doughty: (realizing the audience is still in the room) "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sorry, I need to engage in some Brooklyn pizza gossip."

We then agreed we would talk more about it after the show.

So, when Doughty was done with his masterful set, punctuated by Looking at the World From The Bottom of the Well, James and I stuck around to give him more information about DiFara's. He was agog to learn. Scrap was mortified, saying to me "I eat there like every day when I'm in Brooklyn." And Doughty informed me that he would google the incident as soon as he got back to Brooklyn.

Anyway, that was my brush with fame. I shook both their hands and thanked them for a great set as they headed back to Brooklyn to celebrate Scrap's daughter, Larry, and her birthday. In a way, I feel like I know what it must have been like for Bernie Gilmore, my old College Bowl advisor, when, at Yale in the early '80s, informed a young woman on the quad that President Reagan had been shot. That young lady was Jodie Foster, the object of affection for John Hinckley, and the point behind his rampage.

In any case, it was a great show. Zox followed. They were really terrible. And Concert Board made me remember why I hate this university so very, very much.

Dropping the Ball

I'm going to have a much longer post later today (or tomorrow...or something) about what I did last night. Needless to say, it was AMAZING! But you will hear more about this later. Right now I need to focus some anger on Major League Baseball.

A story posted on Boston.com this morning shows why the organization of baseball has gone completely beyond the pale. Johnny Pesky, the man who actually embodies what it means to be a Boston Red Sox, a man who waited literally his entire life - he was born in 1919 - to see his team win a World Series, a man who has given his life to our Nation, is being barred by Major League Baseball from wearing a uniform and sitting in the dugout.

I still get tears in my eyes when I watch the video of Johnny Pesky, sitting in the clubhouse watching Keith Foulke stab a grounder from Edgar Renteria, and underhand it to Doug Mientkiewicz to bring the World Championship to Boston for the first time in 86 long years. Pesky himself had suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. For years, he was blamed - unjustly - for double-clutching on the relay throw which might have gotten Enos Slaughter at the plate and saved the Red Sox' chances of winning the 1946 World Series. He has spent literally the rest of his life making it up to Red Sox Nation. He hits fungoes in Spring Training. He is a mentor to young players, a skill which is invaluable even in today's game. And for years he has been the face of the organization.

Major League Baseball needs to get its head out of its ass on this one. They have been trying to get Pesky out of the dugout for years to little or no avail. The man is 88 years old. He should be treated like a national treasure for what he has done with his life, not given the bum's rush in the name of "rules and regulations."

P.S. I know I didn't do a wine review this week. My apologies.

Thirsty Thursday: 2005 Oyster Bay Pinot Noir, New Zealand

Well I have returned from New York to the friendly confines of Hillsdale Road in Medford and it's time for your weekly wine review. Usually I enjoy sitting back on a Thursday night, the bulk of my week's work at an end, and enjoy a fine glass of wine. Tonight however will be dominated by basketball and beer, so we're turning back the clock to Tuesday night when Luke, Jill, Megan and I watched American Idol at Luke's Upper East Side apartment with a few bottles of wine purchased around the corner. We decided not to keep Luke's usual tradition of wine drinking, and not break the bottle open on the street and drink with the hobos. Instead, we gathered around the old plasma screen with a bottle of NZ Pinot and watch Sanjaya caterwaul and make little girls cry, while we all sat gnashing our teeth in disbelief. Anyway, on to the review:

This wine was disappointing, as I'd heard a lot recently about Pinot gaining strength down under. Instead, we were met with a limp, flavorless offering with very few redeeming qualities. The nose was light and airy with barely a hint of berry flavors. The palate tastes were flat and disjointed with overbearing sensations of terroir. The finish was nearly non-existent and did not add anything the character of the wine.

Overall: 82, Purchased at Vintage Grape, 2nd Avenue at 84th Street, New York City, $15

Mitt Romney: Buffoon

This lovely chestnut comes to us from the Miami Herald about the esteemed jackass former Governor of the Commonwealth Mitt Romney and his halting attempts to run for Vice President. It seems that in a speech given to the right-wing fanatical Cuban-American population of Miami, Romney closed his remarks by saying, "Patria o muerte, venceremos," a phrase which roughly translates to "Fatherland or death, we shall overcome."

Now, of course, just on the basis of sheer ridiculousness, this one takes the cake. However, even better than the prima facie explanation, Romney tried to explain his choice of words as speaking out against Venezuelan strongman leader Hugo Chavez who has co-opted the phrase to his own ends. Romney explained that this aggression cannot stand and that the phrase really belongs to the Cubans who are fighting against Castro.

And, of course, that statement is completely, 100% false. "Patria o muerte, venceremos: is the popular phrase that Castro has closed his rambling orations with for the last half-century as a means of coalescing his power base. So not only is Mitt Romney an idiot, but he cannot even read, write or listen to speeches. Which, unfortunately, as he is a member of the GOP, qualifies him to be President of the United States.

Noo Yawk, Quick Thoughts

Some people go to bright, sunny locales for Spring Break, surrounding themselves with beautiful people sunbathing amidst crystal blue waters and such. For me, I was just happy that they cleared the storm drains in the New York by this morning so my feet could finally be dry as I went for a morning walk on 5th Avenue. Anyway, I don't have a full post here, so here are some quick hits from my extended weekend in the Big Apple.

- Obviously, first, I have to talk about the NCAA Tournament. Not exactly March Madness (unless you count the half hour of excitement on Saturday night with Vandy and Pitt). There were about 45 boring games last weekend, and all we learned (and, to be fair, I spent a lot of time roaming around NYC and not enough time watching hoops, so I may not be the most informative critic here) was that the Tournament is still up for grabs. Sure, I've got Kansas, but that's not a sure bet, as good as they looked whipping a bad Kentucky team yesterday. None of the #1 seeds looked dominant in their two wins over the weekend. Ohio State BARELY survived against a really, really, really bad Xavier team, while nearly giving Gus Johnson a simultaneous heart attack/sportsgasm. So pay attention next weekend, we'll see if any more secrets of the hardwood get revealed.

- I was very disappointed in the Holy Cross loss to SIU Friday night. I really thought the 'Saders had what it took to go on a little George Mason-esque run. Didn't get a chance to see the game, thanks to the magnificently intoxicated Villanova fans at the Waterloo Pub on 2nd Avenue who refused to give up 1 of the 5 TVs that were tuned to the Kentucky-'Nova yawner. Thanks guys. P.S., Need a cheap drink on the Upper East Side? Go to the Waterloo. The decor ain't much and the clientele are not exactly New York's chicest, but Luke, Megan and I got rip-roaringly tipsy on some brews and delightfully heavy drinks and got change back from $50. For all of us. Marvelous.

- Besides basketball, I've been culturing up this weekend. Spent a glorious day with Megan yesterday exploring the Met, then had a nice walk this morning to the MoMA and back up to the Guggenheim today. All three are, of course, impressive. I must say I was quite taken with the sometimes-maligned new MoMA, but then, I like modernism more than a lot of people. It was nice to see works like Les Desmoiselles d'Avignon, Onement 1, and Mondrian's Compositions up close and personal. The Met, too, was fun. I hadn't been there since my early childhood, and it was fun to go back and see Emanuel Leutze's rendition of Washington Crossing the Delaware, if for no other reason than that it reminded me of the first joke my mom ever told me. I was three years old and thought it was the height of comedy. The thing is, it's still funny. I'll leave you to ponder on its hilarity.

"What did George Washington say to his men before crossing the Delaware?"

"Get in the boat."

Timeless.

Thirsty Thursday: 2005 Layer Cake Shiraz, Australia

I'm taking a (very) short break from NCAA tournament action to do the weekly wine review.

Ok, but first, full disclosure: I ended up switching my pick on tonight's game to VCU over Duke. And for once, I couldn't be happier that Duke lost. VCU stayed with them all game and deserved to win after DeMarcus Nelson INEXCUSABLY forced a score too early on their final legitimate possession and left the door open for Eric Maynor (who, by the way, is a total stud with NBA potential) to hit the game winning shot from the stripe.

Anyway, tonight I have selected Layer Cake Shiraz for the review. And I chose it for a very specific reason: it's a screwcap wine. DO NOT BE AFRAID! Wine in a bottle with a screwcap does not necessarily mean you are getting plonk. In fact, some of the world's finest wines are converting to screwcaps (and even, dear God, boxes). So let tonight be a lesson, just because you don't need a wine tool to open it, doesn't mean the wine won't be above average, as indeed tonight's selection was. And with that, on to the notes!

Lovely chocolate and white pepper on the nose are met with a velvety smooth coffee and fresh fall spice dominated palate. The finish seems to linger for days and leaves no impression that this wine, young as it is, is 14.5% alcohol by volume. The wonderful tastes are further accented by the layered textures and flavors of this tight, concenrated wine.

My rating: 94, Purchased at Mall Discount Liquors, Cambridge, $14.99

It's The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

There is no day like today. Ok, maybe opening day of the baseball season, but really Selection Sunday carries an incredible sense of anticipation. 65 teams have been handed their tickets to the ball. A few of them will have the Cinderella experience, their dreams kept alive, others will have their runs cut short, their dreams crushed. And all of it transpiring in front of a nation, enraptured by it all.

But what did we learn today? Here are some major storylines.

1) The Syracuse snub is pretty much beyond the pale. They deserved a #6 seed (probably the one that Duke got, but I'll get to that in a minute) at worst, especially the way they have been playing the last few weeks before slipping up in the Big East tournament. No way Xavier, from the biggest joke of a conference this side of the Southland, deserved to get into this tournament. Or Stanford for that matter. Sure, their pre-conference schedule was its usual Big East-style easy pickings, and most of its big wins came at the Carrier Dome, but the win over Georgetown at the end of the regular season most assuredly should have guaranteed the 'Cuse a spot amongst the 65. The Committee really blew it.

2) A lot of you know I'm a HUGE Duke fan. And for obvious reasons, they're winners with a great coach in Mike Kryszewski and a storied history. But this year's team pales in comparison to teams from the past. I hate saying it, but they simply did not deserve the high #6 seed they got. They're overranked by virtue of their history, not the recent past. They were terrible down the stretch and had no opportunity to show their wares in the ACC tournament by virtue of running into a driven and very well-coached NC State. As you'll see in the breakdown, I have a hard time believing this team will get past VCU in the first round (even if I am still picking them).

3) A lot of people are disagreeing with Texas being ranked at #4. However, if you take Kevin Durant out of the equation, Texas is maybe, MAYBE, a 15-win team. Abrams and Augustin do not a contender make. Durant is a difference maker to be sure, his 37 points against Kansas today were scored in about 15 good minutes, but he cannot carry the load for 40 minutes night in and night out. They deserved to be a protected seed, but to me, #4 is right.

4) As an aside, watch out for Kansas. For once, Rock, Chalk, Jayhawk might actually be dangerous.

5) Finally, the one thing the Committee got right were the #1 seeds. Florida, Ohio State, Kansas, and, sadly, UNC, are the best teams in the nation.

And now, let's take a more in-depth look at the brackets.

MIDWEST REGION (St. Louis)

Florida received the overall #1 seed in the tournament by virtue of their recent play and their returning starters from last year's championship run. They had a shaky middle part of the season, but if their SEC tournament run is any indication of how they will fare, Florida is nearly a shoe-in for the Final Four and has an edge over the better part of the field. However, SEC teams have a tendency to be oversold in the run-up to the Big Dance, and Florida is no exception. Also, they most likely will not be tested until the Regional Final, when they will most likely be playing Pac-10 Champion Oregon, who have not been getting enough press. So while the Midwest on paper could be setup for a Florida run, don't be so sure.

1st Round Upset special: Winthrop over Notre Dame
Sleeper: Georgia Tech
Game to Watch: Sweet 16, Oregon vs. Georgia Tech
Regional Champion: Oregon over Florida

WEST REGION (San Jose)

The West region seems to be the least competitive of the four regions, with Kansas primed for a run to the Final Four. They certainly impressed me coming back from 22 down in the first half against Texas in today's Big 12 Championship. They are an incredibly deep team with the ability to slam their game into a whole other realm when challenged. A probable Sweet 16 date with Virginia Tech and/or Regional Final matchup with UCLA could prove thorny, but Kansas looks to be on another level going into the Dance.

1st Round Upset Special: Holy Cross over Southern Illinois (and, MAYBE, VCU over Duke)
Sleeper: Virginia Tech
Game to Watch: Second Round, Duke vs. Pittsburgh
Regional Champion: Kansas over UCLA

EAST REGION (Meadowlands)

North Carolina survived an impassioned run by the Wolfpack to win the ACC tournament earlier today. With 7 teams entering the field of 65 from the ACC, this was one of the better years in recent memory for College Basketball's best and most competitive power conference. The masked wonder Tyler Hansbrough and company are poised for a deep run, but the East Region should provide some remarkable game action all the way to Atlanta. Watch out for sleepers in this region especially, this year's George Mason could be making a run through East Rutherford.

1st Round Upset Special: Arkansas over USC
Sleeper: Vanderbilt
Game to Watch: Sweet 16, Vanderbilt vs. Georgetown
Regional Champion: North Carolina over Vanderbilt

SOUTH REGION (San Antonio)

This entire region is a toss-up. Ohio State looks strong, but Big 10 teams are always eminently beatable at Tournament time, so I am wary of picking them too deep. The #2 seed Memphis is a joke and will get upset by the second round. All respect to John Calipari, but this team is not UMass in 1995. They come from a mid-Major conference and had ZERO challenges in their pre-conference schedule. At 3, 4 and 5, Texas A&M, Virginia and Tennessee are all a little green, though Bruce Pearl may be able to work some magic with the Vols, so look out for them.

1st Round Upset Special: Your guess is as good as mine. Don't be shocked if Creighton or North Texas pull it off.
Sleeper: Tennessee
Game to Watch: Sweet 16, Ohio State vs. Tennessee
Regional Champion: Tennessee over Texas A&M

FINAL FOUR (Atlanta)

Kansas over Oregon, North Carolina over Tennessee.

NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP

Kansas 87, North Carolina 74. Rock, Chalk, Jayhawk.

Hypocrisy In Government? It's Spelled G-I-N-G-R-I-C-H

Oh, this is too good to pass up.

As awful and revolting as the idea of Newt Gingrich having sex is, he was having it. With a woman. Who was not his wife. Not news, you say? Here's the kicker:

The affair took place while that loudmouthed jackass was on every media outlet within ear and eyeshot of the American people, castigating the President of the United States, Bill Clinton, for having an illicit affair of his own.

I mean, just, can you even possibly be serious anymore? These people have officially lost their minds. I thought "Conservapedia" (where, when we don't like the facts, we change 'em) would the most ridiculous Conservative-related item of the week. But, oh Newtie, you came and you gave without taking...

Good luck running for President yourself, you consummate jackass.