So we are on the eve of the beginning of the NCAA Men’s basketball tournament. Most of our brackets have been filled out, the play in games happened yesterday and today. All primed for the field of 64 to go at it. We have been waiting for months for tomorrow. In these moments of great anticipation, I love calling a time out, taking a deep breath, and taking a third person perspective at my emotions. In all reality, the NCAA tournament is a first world problem. There are much larger fish to fry when looking at the state of this world, but why is this such a big deal? Why do some of us spend thousands of dollars trying to watch our team play? College kids road trip 1000’s of miles. Heck in 2011 when VCU went to the final 4 in Houston, me and a buddy drove through the night from Colorado in his piece of crap Taurus to see them play. Yes, its crazy but why?

I’d like to suggest that the NCAA tournament, or at least what it stands for resonates with our deep seated American DNA. We have been raised in a culture that cheers for the underdog. And I know this is going to sound lame, but I think it goes back to 1776. We were the underdogs, the odds were against us, we were outnumbered, but in that place, there was some divine intervention that not only did we have the honor of starting a new nation, but as a nation, we have experienced great favor and the fruits of our labor. We love the underdog because we once were in the same place.

You win 6 straight games you are the national champion. That means “no name” university in Podunk Arkansas, by a Christmas miracle wins their conference and find themselves in the group of 64, can win 6 straight games and they change history. We love and live for these stories even in our own lives. Look at the internet, thousands of stories of people that shouldn’t be winning at life but by some miracle, they are kicking butt, and that keeps us going.

All to say, lets embrace the “South Dakota States” out there that have horrible odds to even winning one game, and realize that at times in our lives we barely make the field of 64, but by the grace of God we get a shot at winning 6 straight games. Our hearts need to know that we still have a chance at winning, just like every team that will take the court tomorrow.