Jackassalope

MARCHing to Failure

March Madness truly drives me mad. I know that ultimately it’s my fault, but that doesn’t make losing any more enjoyable. In fact, I think I would prefer being able to blame someone else for my bracket failure. As predicted, I toiled over my picks so much and switched them around so often that by the time the games started I completely got away from my original strategy. Granted, there were a lot of upsets this year that would have been hard to see coming, but I had some of them nailed before I started thinking about it too much. Damn my overactive brain power.

All hope is not lost, but it sure is dwindling. I still have three of my final four teams in it, and with any luck, I can win out. Sure, luck isn’t on my side, and it doesn’t seem like skill is either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a chance. Even if it’s a one in a million shot, there’s still a chance. Man, where did I get all of this misguided optimism. I like this feeling. Hope is delicious.