There is literally no learning curve for enjoying the NCAA Tournament, and that is a good thing. I don't need to know about Old Dominion's roster, or the surprisingly solid halfcourt play of St. Peter's--no, it's all the better if I don't, because who cares about facts here when all I want to do is love you, team I've never heard of and just adopted for no reason whatsoever. I'll like you as much irrationally as I hate Duke irrationally, and that is in a purely nonsensical fashion with only Duke's perpetual floppiness to claim for even a shred of hateful justification.
The arbitrary and completely irrational spreads to the broadcast itself. I hate Jim Nantz calling anything simply because he sounds like such a smug, superficial bastard no matter what he's saying. He could be pledging a million dollars towards Japanese earthquake relief and it would sound like "Hi guys I'm Jim Nantz and bright lights would confuse me if I were more curious hey isn't mayonnaise delicious as a main course and condiment?" Between Nantz's bland human wallpaper act and former CBS announcer Billy Packer's continual dislike of life and all things living, it was a bad, bad human wrecking ball there for a while there on CBS, an announcing milkshake made of mental beef tallow and pepper spray.