Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
This morning is a toast, to the best weekend of the year. We are (in my opinion) amidst the greatest four-day stretch of the sports year. 48 college basketball games in 4 days. Ah, yes. The time to fill out your bracket is passed. Now it’s time to sit back and squirm as the mid-major programs upset the big guys over and over and cause you to throw away your bracket just as soon as you filled it out. For those students still in high school, it’s time to sneak out of class to find your way into the coach’s office to catch 10 minutes of the current game. Take a long bathroom break. Get sick and go home. If you’re in college, going to class isn’t even an option. Stay in the dorm or fraternity house. Don’t get off the couch.
But how in the world can you ever predict a winner in this thing we call “The Dance”? Well, you can’t. But here is a guy who thinks he has discovered a formula.
In the end, the one who picks the Final Four teams will be the lady who picked one team due to having a cousin who knew a girl who knew a guy that went to school there, another team because of their cuddly looking mascot, the third team because their jerseys match her favorite color, and the fourth team because she would someday like to visit North Carolina. And this is the kind of person who wins the bracket contest.
For me, I will sit back and hope my beloved Volunteers can find a way to reverse their typical post-season fate and make a run to the Sweet 16.