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Josh Q. Public: You know that we’re down with wutchyalike. Yeah with wutchyalike. Yeah. And though we’re usually on the serious tip check it out: Tonight we’re gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight. We’re gonna say what we like. -Digital Underground
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Is to too early? Maybe, but I’m getting squirrely. Doing NCAA Basketball like my name was Bobby Hurley. So the chit-chat has begun. March Madness is almost here. The questions are being asked. Who are the contenders? Who are the pretenders? Who are the Cinderallenders? And most importantly, whodayalike? Who’s your daddy? Do you still like Florida? The Gators, fresh off losses to Vandy, LSU and good ole rocky top. Rocky top Tennessee. Can Yannik and Tito’s boys still hold it 
down? Still go to town. Downtown Freddy Brown. Downtown Julie Brown? Do you like The Ohio State University? The Gigantic-O and company. Seemingly getting better and better with each game. Michael Conley emerging as a premiere floor general. Do you like Georgetown? The beasts of the Big East. TEAM basketball. Coach Norman Dale style. Jeff Green and Roy Hibbert. Hibbert and Green. Green and Hibbert. How bout UCLA? Best of the West. You like them? Can hot point guard Darren Collison keep this up? Is Arron Afflalo the real deal? Do they 
have the rebounding to get them where they want to go? To win the biggest of shows. On Wisconsin, on Wisconsin. Does the loss to the Buckeyes mean anything? Does the loss of Brian Butch, the team’s leading rebounder mean more? Kansas? This Sherron Collins character sure has come on as a major late-game threat. Before last night, the Jayhawks had won its last six games by an average margin of nearly thirty points. Yowza! Maybe the most unsung team so far. Maybe the most scary team so far. What will the Memphis Tigers do 
when they see real basketball teams? Is Nick Fazekas enough to carry Nevada? Can you count out Coach K and the Dukies? Coach Pitino and the Cardinals? How bout them Heels? Brandan Wright has scored in double figures in five of his last six games, including a career-high twenty-four against N.C. State on Wednesday. The Salukis? For real? For real, for real? Yes they are. Did you see the Evansville game? Did you see 6-foot-7, 235-pound, Saluki junior Randal Falker steal the show? Steal the show with a career-high thirty points on thirteen of fifteen shooting. Steal the show with a game-high seven rebounds. The Butler 
Bulldogs? The Maryland Terrapins? Kevin Durant, all by himself? Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore. All by myself. Don’t wanna live all by myself anymore. Don’t worry, you won’t. You’ll be living in the NBA. Marquette? Notre Dame? BC? Want some sleepers? Sure to make the big teams weepers? Jeepers creepers? This year’s George Mason? I’ll give you some. Eastern Tennesssee State. Courtney 
Pigram: Twenty-nine points, eighteen dimes and grabbed eight boards the other night. Talk about a monster. The Winthrop Eagles. Decimation in the Big South quarters. This team could be Sweet Sixteen bound. Keep flying under the radar and the Eagles are ready to shock the world. Muhammad Ali style. My homer pick? Holy Cross. First, the have to take care of business.
First, they have to take care of Bucknell. But once that buffalo soldiering is done, Keith Simmons and defensive dynamo Torey Thomas will make some noise come March. Who do I like? Is that what you’re asking? I’m gonna pick two. Get the papers, get the papers. Is that fair? Do you care. Do I dare? I’m picking Georgetown and the Ohio State University. Kinda like Kansas too. Is that three? Oh well. There I said it. March Madness, whodayalike?
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!
Illustrated. The savior of the Packers. The toast of the town. The next season, Majkowski was injured when he was upended and tackled on his shoulder by Freddie Joe Nunn. His season done. No more laughing, no more fun. He was never the same. Tore ligaments in his ankle. Lost his job to Ted Stroehmann’s boy Brett Favre. Wally Pipp style. He played for the Colts. He played for the Lions. But the magic was gone. His account overdrawn. No more Dom Perignon. 
Mark Fidrych: The Bird. The pride of Northborough, Mass. The quintessential one-hit wonder. 1976 was the year. The Bird showed no fear. Making Tiger’s fans everywhere stand up and cheer. He put together one of the most captivating seasons back in 1976. He filled Tiger Stadium. He filled visiting stadiums. His arm electric. Hs antics eccentric. The Bird went 19-9. He did not make his first start until mid-May. He threw seven no-hit innings, giving up just two hits. The Bird went on to win a total of 19 games. The Bird went on to lead the league with a 2.34 ERA. The Bird went on to lead the league with twenty-four complete games. He was the starting pitcher in the All-Star Game. He won the American League Rookie of the Year Award. He finished second in voting for the Cy. The Bird talked to the baseball. He swore at the baseball. He paced the mound like a mad man. He made the cover of Sports Illustrated twice. Get the papers, get the papers. He made the cover of The Sporting News. He became the first athlete to ever appear on the cover of Rolling Stone. He had the nation in the palm of his hand. We loved him. Six weeks into the next season he felt his arm just, in his words, “go dead.” Torn rotator cuff. Played some. Sat some. But that was pretty much it. That 1976 season was perhaps the most magical seasons I have ever witnessed.
Buster Douglas: Buster had been fighting since the late 1970s. He had all the tools. All the physical necessities. He lacked desire. He lacked the hunger. He lacked motivation, determination. Simply gave up against Tony Tucker for the IBF title. When he found himself going up against Iron Mike, he was a 42-1 underdog. Speed of lightning, roar of thunder. Fighting all who rob or plunder. Underdog. Underdog! Buster dominated the fight from the beginning to end. His mighty right, his best friend. Michael’s knees he did bend. By the fifth round the champ’s left eye was swollen shut from all of Buster’s rights. So many rights, Mike was begging for a left. The Dynamite Kid was able to knock Douglas to the canvas in the eighth, but that was it. You know what happens next. You don’t have to read the text. The punch that left a nation vexed. After one minute and five seconds of round ten: Uppercut! Body blow! Body blow! Left-right-left! Down goes Tyson! Down goes Tyson! Down goes Tyson! Rocky Lives! He shook the world! Buster seemingly ate all his winnings and never was able to recapture the glory.
Others: Gord Kluzak. Number one pick by the Boston Bruins in 1982. Injury after injury. Joe Charboneau. Super Joe Charboneau. A guy who could blast a booming homer and then celebrate after the game by opening a beer bottle with his eye socket. Who’s the newest guy in town? Go Joe Charboneau! Turns the ballpark upside down? Go Joe Charboneau! Who’s the one to keep our hopes alive? Straight from seventh to the pennant drive. Raise your glass, let out a cheer, for Cleveland’s Rookie of the Year! The Boz. Valeri Zelepukin. Kevin Maas. Timmy Smith. Jim Carey. Clint Longley. Al Hill. Todd Maranovich. Funny, couldn’t think of any NBA guys. 
with his gaudy record of 37 wins, 0 losses, 0 draws and 24KOs. A World Champion at four different weights. There’s Marco Antonio Barrera. Anyone who said that his career was finished was proven wrong. Proven wrong after sound beatings of Erik Morales and Rocky Juarez. There’s Washington DC’s own Winky Wright. Wright, completely outclassing Ike Quartey, the WBC and WBA Light Middleweight Champion. There’s WBO Super Middleweight Champion Joe Calzaghe, just dominating his division for about a decade. And then there’s Manny Pacquiao.
left. Welcome to dreamland baby! The fight earned Republica Number One, Fighter of the Year honors. The fight established this two-handed punch machine as the greatest fighter today. The Destroyer’s planned April 14 showdown against world-rated Mexican Jorge Solis may be in jeopardy. He has hinted that he may decide to wait for a big money showdown against the winner of the March 16 battle between World Boxing Council Super Featherweight Champion Marco Antonio Barrera and Juan Manuel Marquez. I don’t care who he fights. I just want to watch it. I just want to watch the Destroyer. The sweetest scientist in the world.