Maddening March

I'm in California now. No one here has to find stuff to do in the winter because they can do what they do in the summer all year round. Which means no one looks forward to basketball games the way I used to look forward to basketball games. Which means no one here has any idea how to properly succumb to March Madness.

When bracketeering falls on my shoulders, something is amiss.

But I'm stepping up to the plate. In an office on non-believers, I distributed copies of a very official looking bracket and summoned the masses to give me $5 each (I said it would be for the winner). I organized a sports contest.

Here are my picks, because I know everyone needs to know my picks before they can confidently make their own. Because now that I am the bracket master, I will have followers.


(Even though I don't honestly think they will win, I just couldn't not write down the Kentucky Wildcats in the Champion box. Maybe because that night in 1998 at the corner of Woodland and Euclid and the walk home through the celebrating streets of Lexington is worth $5 a year for the rest of my life.)