This year, I decided, was as good as any to skip the whole thing. I didn’t fill out a bracket, which meant I wasn’t obsessing over things that mid-major powerhouses did well enough to scoot past a high-major with a mediocre basketball resume. I wasn’t beating myself up over the conundrum of, “I want so and so to win, but I have blah-blah-blah in my bracket.” For the most part, I did not have much concern for who was still standing on the final Saturday of March.
None of this is being written to say that I’m not a fan; nothing could be farther from the truth. In most years, I’m glued to the tube for the conference tournaments, trying to determine the best back court that no one knows about, looking for a team that scratches and claws for every rebound, and identifying any potential Cinderella team that might just have a chance to stand on their own two feet after the opening weekend. I have a system, and like the Blackjack player with big Vegas dreams, it’s usually a system with flaws. This year, there would be no system; there would be no bracket.
Of course, I still wanted to weigh in with an opinion of some sort. There were some things that I just really wanted to see happen, so I just floated some things out there. Any take I had was almost immediately met with a question about my bracket, my Final Four, or who I thought would win it all. Since I didn’t fill out a bracket, or even look at one, it was impossible to slate teams in a Final Four because I didn’t know who was in what region. Picking Kentucky to win it all was a little bit easier because I don’t think anyone can beat them in a game that matters, regardless of what their path to and through New Orleans might have been.
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