No. 14 Fresno State vs. No. 3 Baylor

ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. -- The blog has landed in New Mexico, again, for hopefully the last time in the spring of 2008. I should seriously just get an apartment and a driver's license here. I'm sitting court side, Fresno State and Baylor are warming up, and I have an initial thought. Holy cow, Baylor is tall. That's the bad news. I'm not sure what the good news is, but I'll look for some. Baylor's players who are listed at 5-10 look taller than Erica Henry, who's listed at 6-2.

Here's the scoop on the blog. The blog was supposed to be in Vegas all week for the NCAA Tournament, pretty much the only vacation the blog takes on a yearly basis. But of course that was blown up when the Fresno State women won the WAC Tournament and are now in the NCAAs. Good for them. Bad for the blog. So instead of just cancelling the Vegas trip (there are too many old friends involved to really cancel the trip anyway), the blog drove to Vegas Wednesday, did the Vegas thing for three days, flew out of Vegas Friday night, landed at midnight, crashed in a hotel and I'm now courtside for a the noon Saturday game. Yeah, the blog burns it from all ends. I should really be wearing dogtags listing my bloodtype, just in case I pass out on press row from exhaustion.

Vegas is just not conducive to rest or relaxation, especially when you spend 99.6% of every day in the MGM sports book. It's like getting to watch every single game of the entire first two rounds with 3,000 of your best friends. There are no strangers in the sports book. The blog, literally, did not see the sun for almost three days. Not gambling excessively, of course. The blog would never do that. (The blog's mother sometimes reads here.) If Fresno State wins, pulls this miraculous upset, I'll be here until the bitter end. If the Bulldogs lose this one, I'm back on a plane to Vegas at 6:30 p.m. today. Gotta salvage the last day of the vacation.

Fresno State winning would be awesome, a great story, but it would seriously make life chaotic. I didn't even bring my suitcase. It's still in Vegas. I have one change of clothes. You should have seen the look on the security guard's face when he opened my backpack and the first thing he saw was a used pair of boxers. The pretty much ended the bag search. Move it along, sir.