It started back in the 7th grade, in 1994 with Duke, Grant Hill, Charlie Ward, and Bob Sura. It was a memorable basketball season, one that I remember so vividly as if it was just yesterday. I must've watched that year's amazing Duke-Florida Final Four game - Duke coming back from 13 down in the winding minutes (Antonio Lang - CHARGE!) - at least a hundred times on tape. I could probably spit out the play-by-play like my own birthday.

Now I've expanded to the point where I'm satisfied watching and following almost any team or sport. I even find amusement in NASCAR racing (believe me, that's something I never thought I'd ever get into). Now I'm what you would call a complete sports junkie and huge college basketball superfreak. I would rather watch ESPN over anything else or read Sports Illustrated over... anything else. I constantly follow the sports world, reading articles and message boards to the point where I memorize stats, rankings, and schedules. I'm not kidding or exaggerating the least bit.

To top it off, I'm an extremely emotional sports spectator (i.e. I become a crazy-ass lunatic when it comes to watching sports). I have complete devotion to Virginia and everything about the Cavaliers, as well as temporary teams I choose to root for. My life is scheduled around college basketball season. You can find me chillin' in front of University Hall's student entrance multiple hours or days before tip off, or cursing, screaming, and jumping/flailing in front of a TV or at a game. Now I know many people have a hard time imagining me and all this to the fullest degree, so I invite you to watch or come out to a game with me. Believe me, I've scared many people.

If you haven't gotten the drift about how crazy I am yet, my basketball section will show you exactly what I mean.