You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
Bracketology.
It’s Scientology mixed with sweat. It’s Astrology mixed with jock straps. It’s a crap game on hardwood.
Bracketology; it’s a national phenomenon that captivates America like Brittany Spears exiting a limo in a mini skirt.
It’s Madness!
At no other time of the year will you hear cheers in your work place, boos in your home, and excitement in your neighborhood watering hole, all at the same time.
Bracketology knows no race or socio-economic discrimination.
Bracketology doesn’t care if you are rich or poor. From the President of the United States to grade school kids, Bracketology is a fix that every American must have.
Even Justin Beber has bracket fever.
The beauty of Bracketology is that you don’t have to know a thing. All you have to do is fill in the blank and let the Cinderella stories begin.
Many would argue a 14-loss USC shouldn’t even be in the tournament.
But whose to say USC doesn’t get a wild hair up it’s collective Trojan derriere and start winning games it shouldn’t.
A Cinderella “going off” blows up a bracket faster than a dog in heat wakes up a neighborhood.
That’s the beauty. You can pick teams based on a higher seed. You can pick teams because you like their mascots. You can pick teams because your Grandpa Joe met your Grandma Josephine there. It doesn’t matter.
What’s amazing is that bracketology is such an inexact science that nobody has ever picked a perfect bracket. Nobody. Ever. Crazy.
According to the blog of stupidity:
You would have to fill out 18,446,744,073,709,551,616 brackets. 18.5 quintillion. to cover every single possibility. Even if every person on earth filled out a different bracket, the odds are still remarkably small that any one bracket would be perfect.
I love bracketology because it makes every game exciting.
Richmond versus Vanderbilt. On any given day, who gives a damn? But during the tournament, grown men and women with no idea where either school matriculates will stand and hoist beers and make new friends and cuss in consternation.
It’s the thrill of the game that turns all of us into river boat gamblers.
It’s a chance to call in sick and drink with friends. Bracketology is a chance to make your significant other watch sports when they normally wouldn’t. What’s better than not working at work and watching college basketball at work? If only your boss served green beer at work. Now that would really be March Madness.
So if you haven’t filled out a pool you are in the minority. You might as well, because for the next three weeks, all your favorite CBS shows are going bye bye. No more CSI, no more NCIS, No more amazing race. It’s all about the cross over dribble, the two handed rim rocker and the buzzer beater from the corner.
So when in doubt, fill out a pool. You probably won’t win, but then again you might. Fill out a pool, you might not watch a game, but then again, you might find yourself buying a round of beers for that corner table of hotties on a last second jumper. Fill out a pool. It will give you and America something in common for the next three weeks.
Bracketology. Why it’s good to be alive in March.
And that is Crazy.