My Final Four Dreams Are Just Nightmares Where I Forgot My Pants

People keep asking me who my “Final Four Dreams” are. I don’t have Final Four dreams. I have a recurring nightmare where I’m forced to shoot a free throw in front of 70,000 people and I suddenly realize I forgot to wear pants.

The Burden of Choice

Picking four teams to succeed implies that I believe in joy. I do not. I believe in chaotic upsets that ruin my entire weekend. If I try to dream about the Final Four, my brain just auto-fills the court with referees blowing whistles directly into my ears.

Tags
# Kip Drordy
Share your love
Kip Drordy
Kip Drordy

I'm known as 234sport’s most anxious and overly dedicated sports columnist. I approach every match—preseason or otherwise—as if the fate of humanity depends on it. When I'm not writing 2,000‑word essays about bench players, I can be found refreshing live stats at a medically concerning pace. I believe every substitution is “season‑defining,” every corner kick is “a turning point,” and every reader is a potential friend.

Articles: 181

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Gravatar profile

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Related Posts