Making Friends In High Places

Tom is my friend; Jim Nantz calls me friend; and now Sports Illustrated refers to me as a friend. That's great and all- you can never have to many friends- but why is it none of these friends ever return my emails when I ask for money, Final Four tickets, or to forward me the private photos of that blonde in Florida practicing yoga on her Myspace homepage?

Note to my new friends at SI: Don't you think sending a blogger on a photojournalistic exploration of March Madness would be a great feature this month? Think about it. I'll clear out my schedule just in case.