Obviously, I am almost eliminated already. That is really the plan, you know (not really)? While everybody else is watching, tense, nervous, constantly checking their bracket, and their place in the bracket challenge(s). Chewing their fingernails, snapping at their families, cursing co-workers, spewing anger, disappointment, hate, and intolerance, just waiting for the hammer to drop I will be enjoying an icy cold, delicious beverage, and a tasty, warm, and with luck, healthy snack, and basketball. This leaves me free to curse the refs, the fates, the unfortunate string of poor free throw shooting, the coriolis effect that is certainly reducing the three point shooting percentage of my team, anything that makes a convenient excuse for my team losing, almost without care.
I know picking Kansas to win is crazy (forgive me Bill Self) they may be home before next weekend, but you have to pick somebody, and it should be somebody in the top 4 seeds. I would have picked Louisville, except they showed Chris Jones the door, and losing your starting point guard right before the tournament is a bad omen. And, in all fairness, I probably did pick them to win in one of the other brackets, I don't remember, and will let you know for sure, maybe. And, as discussed yesterday, picking someone I don't want to win is impossible. It leaves me rooting for a team I want to lose, or rooting against my bracket, and that is too much to ask.
Here is my bracket with friendly, little cartoon people and musical accompaniment from the Spencer Davis Group. You have to love those guys.
So, that is mine, enjoy, share yours if you want, the email address it firstname.lastname@example.org, and it will be posted here, for posterity. And, if that makes you uncomfortable, that's cool, enjoy the tournament, I hope you win, I am pulling for you all the way.