SAN ANTONIO -- What's it like to sit with Duke's Cameron Crazies at the Final Four? Well, for openers, you don't sit. You stand. The craziness is infectious and seems to have no boundaries. Doesn't matter how old you are. Kids with their faces and their bodies painted mingle with old ladies wearing blue horns.
The Crazy Towel Guy is there, too, handing out business cards that read: Crazy Towel Guy. And there's even a middle-aged man with his hair gelled into blue horns sitting with The Really Big Donors.
At the Big Dance, the Crazies were at their best. You cheer until your voice gives out, and then you cheer some more. Imagine it's your first visit to the most vigorously impossible step-aerobics class on the planet, and you don't know any of the moves. But you've got to keep up or look like a complete moron.
And ... oh yes, there is a basketball game going on at the exact same time. You have to make sure to time your hopping so you don't miss the key play. Exhausting. Completely exhilarating, but totally exhausting.
Next time, I'm absolutely going into training first.
-- Alysse Minkoff