Madness

It's that time again.  Fill out your brackets.  Go back and forth over a 2nd round matchup.  Convince yourself of absurd things because it's that time of year.  65 man enter, 1 man leave.  Welcome to Thunderdome.  Welcome to March Madness.

Here's why I stopped filling out brackets for money.  I know too much.  That's not bragging.  It's to my detriment.  I watch more college basketball than anyone who doesn't watch college basketball for a job.  I'll take a job if you're offering.  I overthink it.  I see a team play and I make my own judgements.  I read all the experts and change my judgements.  I read how every team can win the thing and next thing you know, I have one bracket with four #1 seeds and another bracket with 2 #4s, a #7, and a #2.  It's like a go fish hand.

Know who's going to win your pool?  The girl.  Maybe the guy who went to Tennessee and picks them.  Maybe the arrogant guy that you hate in your office who cheers for the Yankees and Cowboys...and he picked Duke.  It isn't you.  At least if you're me than it isn't you.

I am sitting it out this year.  I will let the magic happen and plan on getting drunk all day Friday watching the games at a bar.  Come by and we'll talk.