A Streak of 3-D

“There was no interference from that…. Um…. Yay-hoo,” said the referee following an incomplete pass by Tyler Hansen on third down.

While all the fans at the game were disappointed, the popular voters at home were thankful even noticeable grateful that he still had his clothes on. What could have been a disaster in the second-EVER 3-D broadcast turned out to be nothing more than a meaningless prank.

The streaker, if we true fans can even call him that came onto Folsom Field could have single handedly (I refrain, too easy of a joke) made ESPN question its production value. And how could a little thing, a small infraction like that, have such big implications for the largest network in the sports arena?

All kidding aside, 3-D television doesn’t seem to be the next new thing. It won’t sizzle, but it won’t take off either.

Fans at home, and sometimes people even at the stadium get caught doing it, watch the two-dimensional version of the contest to their bemusement. There is no reason to think that people will want to bring this into their home; it may be an interesting improvement of technology but only a step forward to something more dramatic.

The ‘Wall-E’ shaped cameras may start to replace fingerprint covered binoculars. People will come back, they can’t stay away. HD, 3-D or Heavy-D (R.I.P. and he will be missed), by Dwight’s dimension definition, they paved the way and yet there is more to come.

THIS ISN'T SO HARD

ESPN’s March Madness guru Joe Lunardi teaches a class at St. Johns University called (and I couldn’t make this up) Bracketology 101. All the protégés learn the ways of ‘The Bracket’ in hope of one day beating their receptionists in the $4 buy-in office pool. (While they will base their selections on FG% and PPG, their receptionists make them with colors, mascots and point guard handsomeness in mind; yet it’s usually a pretty even matchup.)

But this year, even without the receptionist to brag to, I sit atop the mountain of sports geek’s brackets in the 99.9^th percentile on ESPN.com.

Have I figured out the secret code to college basketball? Am I the next Schwab? Can Dr. Pure continue to pull these names out of a hat only to gain untold amounts of pride? Or will I fall from grace? Will my bracket dismantle much like my little cousins at a Chucky Cheese birthday party (especially Elizabeth)?

Oh, you’ll never know.