OK, so I know that Hollywood doesn't really talk about sports per se, unless in the context of a sports themed film like a Longest Yard redux or Glory Road, the recent Bruckheimer flick on the NCAA championship match between the all-white University of Kentucky team and all-black Texas Western team (this, by the way, was a total departure for Bruckheimer: there were no exploding basketballs or mascots flying through hoops of fire- must've been a boring production for him).

But, speaking of the NCAA, we at H.I.T. would like to recognize all the teams, first of all, that have been serving up to us sports junkies and even casual fans such nail-biting contests, none the likes of which I  can remember seeing so many of  in recent memory.  I mean, how many games this weekend went into overtime? How many amazing  finishes have there been?  Will the theatrics continue in the Final Four?

And speaking of the last four teams still standing, we would like to especially salute the Patriots of George Mason. How can you not love the little guys slaying the giants? This is a team that many questioned whether or not was deserving to even be invited to the tournament. And now they've made it to a place I'm sure even they can scarcely believe.

And now for the answer to "What does this have to do with showbiz?" These little guys are the indie filmmakers of the world (like My Big Fat Greek's Nia Vardalos before that crappy failed sit-com). UConn, Michigan St., North Carolina, et al.? They are the Paramounts, Spielbergs, Cruises of the Hollywood hardcourt. When they get beaten by someone not too distant from our own stations, it's a good feeling isn't it?

These guys have to be on cloud  ninety right about now.

Yeah, you go GMU Patriots! (By the way, wouldn't you love to see the look on Cruise's face if Vardalos dunked on him?