This week, we are all George Mason fans.

I’m not even going to try and insert my own summary of this Cinderella story; the sports columnists across the media are doing such a wonderful job of that.

I’ve never liked March Madness before. I hate how it takes over my television with meaningless acronyms (LSU? Nova?) and statistics (what’s goaltending?). I didn’t even bat an eye to Syracuse’s win a few years ago (but as an resident adviser, I certainly didn’t like the firecrackers going off on my floor lounge).

But this year, like so many other things that makes DC what it is, I was infected with the exuberance surrounding Georgetown and GMU’s entry in the Sweet Sixteen. I watched the nailbiting finale between GMU and Wichita State. And on a dusty 9-inch television on the floor of my parents’ gutted-out living room, I held my breath as Connecticut made a desperate, Hail Mary pass at the basket only to miss.

DC has a way of making me appreciate quintessentially American institutions that I never got around to liking before. March Madness is one of them, and I’m proud to say that I was conquered. Go Mason!

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