There was a day when the Sweet Sixteen only reminded me of what a dumpster fire the Michigan basketball program was. This time brought with it only a passing interest in the NCAA tourney after the first day rush, it brought resentment and envy, it brought myself to the brink of actively cheering for Michigan State because at least I knew their player's names and because I was sick of watching Butler and George Mason. Those days are over. Happy Sweet Sixteen Day. I hope I like my present. BEAT THE VOLS.