Is there such a thing as too much hoops?
Twenty five and a half hours. Nineteen games. One pregnant wife. No sleep.
Hi, I'm Howard Megdal, writer and hoops junkie from New York. You might know me as the kid who used to will himself to get the flu so he could watch the Big East quarterfinals every March, back when college basketball from noon to 9 p.m. was considered a lot. Now I'm all grown up, but my sense of life balance is no better than before my voice changed.
I have often argued with people ...
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