LET'S DO THIS FANATICS. WATCH OUT FOR THE SLEEPERS! CHECK YOUR EMAIL.
It’s just sitting there, blank and full of possibilities, open to any permutation your little heart desires. Everyone and their brother fills one out, but your bracket is special. It represents your gut feelings, your carefully crafted March Madness theories. When it’s done, you sit back and admire it, sure that this is the year you nail virtually every pick.
But something inevitably goes wrong.
That Cinderella never dances. That sure-fire Final Four team goes ice cold. Nobody guards the f*cking inbounder in a late-game situation.
Yes, it all goes to pot and someone’s girlfriend, who made her selections based on which mascot was the most ferocious, wins the your pool. LOL