From Twerk Tuesday to March Madness: The Beautiful Chaos of St. Francis vs. Alabama State

St. Francis vs. Alabama State was like that one weekday when your buddy keeps pestering you to grab a beer, and you initially decline. You have responsibilities, an early morning ahead, and frankly, you're not in the mood. But he’s relentless—keeps asking, keeps nudging—until finally, you cave.

"Fine, just one beer," you say.

Then you get to the bar, and that first sip hits your lips. It’s crisp, cold, and suddenly, you lock eyes with your friend. No words are exchanged, but you both just know—this isn’t ending with one beer. Tonights about to be a night.

Next thing you know, you’re at your local Twerk Tuesday spot. Not Twerk Thursday—that’s when they bring out the A-Team. No, it’s Tuesday, which means you’re watching the C-Team. At first, you’re questioning every decision that led you here.

"Why are we even watching this? This is kind of gross."

But then, as the twerk-off continues, something changes. A few splits hit the floor, single butt-cheek jiggles become art forms, and suddenly, you’re invested. You’re cheering. You’re witnessing something so absurd that it becomes mesmerizing.

And that’s exactly what St. Francis vs. Alabama State was. Two 16-seeds battling it out on a random Tuesday night, a game that, under normal circumstances, no one would ever think to watch. But it’s March.

March is a magical time when even the worst basketball is so bad that it somehow loops back around to being good. The fundamentals may be shaky, the shot selection questionable, and the turnovers borderline comical, but the chaos is part of the charm. It’s pure, unfiltered madness—the kind you can’t look away from.

St. Francis vs. Alabama State wasn’t great basketball in the traditional sense. It was the kind of game that had you questioning why you were watching, only to find yourself completely enthralled by the end. It was awesome for all the wrong reasons. And in March, that’s exactly what makes it perfect.