March Madness

I totally had this wacky Final Four on my bracket.  I know, it's the weirdest thing.

Let me tell you my secret to filling in a bracket correctly every single year:  wait until the end of March.

This way, by the time you have filled out your bracket, you will have found out all of the upsets, all of the dominations by the favored teams, and you will end up with a final four that includes VCU, Butler, Kentucky, and Connecticut.  The only downside to this is that I don't have anyone picked out yet for winning the whole thing, but if I were to make a guess, I'd have a 25% chance of randomly guessing the correct answer, much higher than that of the poor guys and gals who were too impatient to wait and see who the final four was. 

I was just about to make my prediction for who will take the whole thing, but I realized I've gotta...go do...something.  Until April 5th.  So sorry.

In all reality, this is the first year that I haven't filled out a Bracket in a very long time.  So this is my excuse when people ask me about my bracket.  But being someone who doesn't really follow sports, I don't feel like I'm missing out too much. 

And why don't I follow sports?  Because my father follows Cricket.  The only exposure I think most Americans had to cricket was when Casey Jones from TMNT hits Raphael with a cricket bat ("Cricket? nobody understand cricket! You gotta know what a crumpet is to understand cricket!").  Right after this Raph says, "A Jose Canseco Bat?  Tell me you didn't pay money for this". 

Self respecting American men should not follow Cricket - the only game where they take breaks for tea time. Seriously, they have a tea party in the middle of the game.  Complete with porcelain china.

I think it would have been different if he had followed something badass like Rugby.  Or even that ridiculous Afghani sport where they beat around a stuffed goat's bladder on horseback.  Provided, of course, he needed to follow a foreign sport in the first place. 

I would have been fine with Baseball.