The Monday after the first frantic weekend of the NCAA Tournament has arrived. Filling out your bracket last week you envisioned a puffed-out chest as you boasted about how brilliant your picks were.
Oh, you’d brag at work for sure, each and every time the subject of the tournament came up.
You’d quickly volunteer how you’ve still got an exact elite eight remaining to anybody who’s wearing sports-team-themed clothing in the store.
You’d be firing out witty declarations on your social media accounts.
Admit it. No matter how much modesty you publicly display before the first ball goes up, inside you’re dreaming that this will be your year.
So today I must declare:
My picker is broken again.
There will be no crowing from me.
I may wear dark glasses in public.
Out of 298 brackets in my usual bracket pool, I stand in 218th place. Out of 48 games, I have 30 correct choices. I had eight of the Sweet Sixteen teams right.
I did pick a couple of good upsets in round one: Harvard over Cincinnati and Stephen F. Austin over VCU. Mostly, though, I was left shaking my head as my selections went down. Upset picks did not pan out with New Mexico State, North Carolina State and Arizona State. Favored choices fell with a thud with Ohio State, Duke, Syracuse, Wichita State, North Carolina …
Yup. Broken picker.
Looking ahead, I can end up with six of of the Elite Eight. I may end up with three of the Final Four. My final game pairing of Florida beating Arizona is still alive.
I am not holding my breath. That sort of thing hurts worse with a broken picker.
My splash came at the bottom of the water well. Lassie, go get help, girl.
At least I can look up and see my dear wife Karen closer to the daylight. She’s in 77th place today, with 33 games correctly selected.
Here is the source for the well photo.
What are your best and worst picks of this year’s tournament? Who are you rooting for now?