I’d like to note that my bracket is perfect, and you know perfectly well why.

It’s because I didn’t make one in the first place.  I mean, I’m not sure that I’ve ever watched a basketball game all the way through.  This always makes March Madness weird for me, because while I have nothing against basketball, per se, I can’t really relate to it.  I wasn’t very good at it as a kid (no glasses = no depth perception) and obviously I’m a bit short, old, and fat stout to play it now*. But… apparently other people do?  So clearly I’m missing something.

Moe Lane

PS: I know that some people do the ‘sportsball’ thing as a joke, but I don’t think that I should do that. People like what they like.

*Seriously, this dog could beat me in a pickup game:

8 thoughts on “I’d like to note that my bracket is perfect, and you know perfectly well why.”

  1. If you had grown up in Indiana, things would have been different. 9 of the 10 largest high school gyms in the country are in Indiana, and basketball is pretty much the state religion. The actual story of the Milan Miracle that the movie Hoosiers was loosely based on was a better story than the movie was.

    1. Grew up in Indiana. Was SHOCKED the first time I saw how tiny Georgia school gyms are. Football fields here on the other hand…..

  2. I was over 6′ tall in junior high school and as uncoordinated as a kid who was growing that fast would be. They made me play basketball…I didn’t enjoy it.

  4. I mean, I can’t hit anything beyond a lay-up reliably, but I went to high school in the Syracuse suburbs, so I’m glued to a TV for the tournament.

  5. I think El Prez is so proud of his NCAA “brackets” because it’s his one area of real competence.

    1. I don’t mock a man’s brackets. I am so bad at picking sports results that I once won $300 in the office football pool; something like six or seven long shots happened the same weekend. I still remember the look on the guy’s face as he paid out the money. I mean, it wasn’t as if he didn’t like me; we got along fine. But we both knew that I was only in the pool in the first place because it was an inoffensive social obligation.

      1. …Or was it $200? I remember that it was enough for a VERY fancy meal with my wife, which was the important thing, really.

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