I just found out about 2 days before the NCAA Basketball championship game that UCLA made it to the final four. How did I manage to get this far? Same reason that I managed to not see a single athletic game during my four years in Westwood. I decided when I moved to this city-that-is-the-Red-Sox-temple that I wouldn't ever go to Fenway Park except for when Michael Bolton plays a concert there. But ...I'm told that if I want to hang out with living, breathing beings this summer/spring, I need to pay a visit to this place to see grown men cry like babies. (Warning - turn the volume down if you're at work!)