How did it feel?

I deliberately waited until after the National Championship game to post my blog this week. Maybe I waited out of pure laziness, or maybe I waited to find a really good topic. We will never know the real answer (anyone that knows me knows there is a 90 percent chance it's laziness).

But I'm just happy I waited because I learned a good lesson. In order to become a sports reporter, you have to be able to ask the stupid questions.

For example, here are a few questions asked during the post game interviews:

Media dude 1 - "Chris Douglas-Roberts, why did you miss those free throws at the end of the game?"

CDR - "Some things just can't be explained in basketball."
What he wanted to say - "Because I had money on the under and I wanted it to cover. Why do you think ass hole?"

Media Dude 2 - "How did it feel when Mario Chalmers made the game tying three at the end of regulation?"

CDR - "It hurt."
What he wanted to say - "It felt great, thanks for bringing it up. How does it feel knowing I make more money from the boosters in a month than you'll make all year."

But the truth is, that little life lesson gives me hope. Because if there is one thing I'm really good at, it would be asking stupid questions.

On a side note, I'm happy that Memphis blew a nine point lead with 2:12 left. There isn't a worse person in sports than John Calipari in my mind. Most people forget he was stripped of a Final Four at UMass after it was discovered Marcus Camby was given Jewelery, cash and prostitutes by an agent while playing. I know what you're all thinking, man I wish I was good enough to play ball at UMass. Well that's not true in my case, I don't mind living with my parents until I turn 30. Or until they go into an assisting living home, whichever comes first. I'm willing to wait them out.