March Madness was most assuredly mad this year.
I had my tournament bracket all set to claim a multi-million dollar prize for having the only perfect bracket in the universe this year, and then some random cosmic ray struck the NCAA and scrambled everything.
I had Syracuse, North Carolina, Michigan State and Duke in the final four with Syracuse and Michigan State in the finals where Syracuse would win with a last-minute 3-point play that would blow everyone’s minds.
Of course, Louisville threw a kink in my water hose when they beat Michigan State, and Baylor beating Duke didn’t help.
Syracuse just choked against Ohio State, and North Carolina looked like an NAIA scrub team in their loss to Kansas.
I was in second place in the One Last Point bracket with a chance to take first if Syracuse hadn’t blown it, but now reader Jukemama – not her real name. In fact, I think I’m not going to reveal the real name to avoid potential embarrassment (for me) – has the bracket all locked up, and I’m in the basement with dandydon’sdoodads.
Even Jef Hatch’s Hero is ahead of me, and his bracket was in last place for all of March.
On what planet is this right?
After carefully researching my bracket – took about 15 minutes – and letting the feel of the matchups dictate my picks (that’s how I had N.C. State upsetting San Diego State) I set my bracket aside and focused on the next challenge, skipping both of my fantasy baseball drafts to give the other teams in my fantasy league a chance to win this year.
I wish now that I had taken at least 20 minutes and not listened to my heart. Maybe then I’d have picked Lehigh to win the whole thing.
Well, I’m looking forward, with bated breath, to Saturday’s matchups and the final. My predictions now that the tournament is drawing to a close, Kansas edges out Kentucky in the finals.
Ok, it’s official, I hate spring – or at least what is passing for spring here in Brookings.
Spring is supposed to be a time of occasional showers, days of warm sunshine and the ever imminent threat of a late frost to keep the farmers on their toes.
The weather we’ve had in Brookings over the last week has just been unpredictable, unfortunate and ugly.
High school baseball, softball and track have started, and, while the track studs are seemingly unaffected by the weather, too much rain cancels baseball and softball games.
If too many are canceled, they can’t reschedule them, and I love baseball and – by extension – softball.
I know a lot of people don’t care for baseball; they think it’s boring, but I love it.
It’s a cerebral game and, if you don’t have any baseball IQ, I could see how it might be boring.
Let’s talk about it ... next week.
*the note I missed when I scheduled to pick my bracket.