Well, it looks like another banner year for my bracket. This has been the worst first round in the history of my life, barely edging out last year’s complete debacle. Posting my brackets on our website continues to be a very bad idea. Next year I’m just going to write “moron” in all the blanks. My credibility — assuming I had any after last year — diminishes with every wave of games.
I mean, Siena? I thought Siena was a crayon. At least Vanderbilt kept it respectable and didn’t completely humiliate itself. Unbelievable.
And I can’t even use the excuse that I picked with my heart. A Georgia grad in my pool picked the Dawgs to the Elite Eight. A UConn grad picked his Huskies to win the national championship. Is it possible to clinch last place on a Friday? But hey, I know the feeling — I had Richmond winning it all in a CBI pool.
Anyway, I didn’t see many games today because I was driving to West Lafayette, Ind., to watch the Lady Vols completely annihilate two opponents. Good times. I did hear the end of the Western Kentucky-Drake game on the WKU radio network as I barreled through Kentucky, and you could probably use the word “excitement” to describe the call of the final shot. I couldn’t even tell what happened — there was just a bunch of screaming and yelling. But I quickly figured out that this was something my buddy Matt, a Drake grad, would not want to hear.
Also glad to hear San Diego is still in the tournament, just to keep the unprintable “Anchorman” jokes coming for another two days. Those never get old.