The Illini let me down on my brackets
Just don’t talk to me, all right?
Nothing personal. It’s just that I’m really upset with myself.
Frustrated.
When it came time to fill out my NCAA brackets, I turned out to be a total chicken shit. And now I’m at the bottom 30 percentile — just like I was with the L-SAT, which, by the way, is why I’m an underpaid journalist today instead of an attorney who might actually be able to retire someday.
But really. I plopped down ten bucks — knowing I’d probably end up losing to some chick who couldn’t tell the different between UCLA and NCAA– and proceeded to do what I always do:
I played it safe.
I’m not sure why I did this. Because, like, I haven’t won the brackets any other time I played it safe — which is roughly every other time.
And the thing is? I knew Ohio State sucked, but did I pick Siena? (I’ll give you a hint: no.) I also had my doubts about 5-seeded Illinois against a #12, Western Kentucky. But i was like, “Well . . . a 12 versus a 5?”
And like a chump, I took the Fighting Lame-o’s.
But, hey, I did take the lower seed in the Cal-Maryland match-up. Go ahead and give me a pat on the back for that one.
So why do I do these stupid brackets again? I’d be better off donating ten bucks to cancer research. Or to my lunch. Because with the economy on the brink of Depression, ten bucks isn’t Just Ten Bucks any more.
