Odin, Oden, Odin, Oden

Watching the NCAA tournament, especially the first couple of rounds, is one of my favorite thinigs. Evah! Well that and a nice mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich. When the mutton is sliced nice and lean, and the tomatoes...they're so nice and perky, but no...

Sooo...one of the fabulous freshmen playing in the tournament this year is named Greg Oden and he plays for Ohio State. He's great, but really...who cares about that?

What I dig is his name. Oden. Sounds like Odin, the one-eyed god-king of the ancient Norse. Also the name of a really terrible hair-metal band from the 80's. That's what I like about him.

If you ever saw the film The Decline of Western Civilization Part II: The Metal Years, the band Odin was featured prominently. They were an up and coming LA band with their lead singer Randy O. They never made it as (Thank God!) hair-metal soon went the way of the dodo.

But there was this great scene in the film with the old owner of some club in LA announcing the band with the chant:

"Odin....Odin....Odin....Odin"

But it was like an old Catskills emcee from the 50's announcing them. Or Ed Sullivan. No emotion, no charge, no grrrrrrr-metal stuff. Just "Odin....Odin....Odin....Odin". Hysterical!

Anyway, everytime they mention Greg Oden on the tube, Gia and I start chanting "Oden....Oden....Oden....Oden". Then we laugh. Gia just went in the bedroom to take a nap, and I can hear her chanting it from the living room.

We're so stooopid.