The Curse of the Lorax

Yes folks, it's sad, but once again my wife has smeared me in a March Madness bracket Challenge. I'm not sure if it makes her 4-1 against me or merely 3-2, but either way it's plain embarrassing. How could I let a WOMAN -one who watches NO basketball and could care less about the sport- DO this to me, year after year?!? It's not like I'm my brother, Russell. I'm not terrible at making picks. Really, I'm usually quite good. But every time I finish in the 90th percentile, Lauren finished in the 98th. Yeah, she's like that. Memphis in the Championship game? She called it. 13 Siena over 4 Vanderbilt? She saw it coming a mile away. 10-Seed Davidson, beat 7, 2, and 3 seeds (Gonzaga, Georgetown, and Wisconsin)?? She didn't bat an eye when she picked the Wildcats to file their upsets in triplicate. She's just that good. Currently in the 97th percentile this year (to my measly 78th), and with UCLA and North Carolina going down, I (like Michael Vick) no longer have a dog in this fight. I have to concede. It's not fun to lose, and it wasn't pretty this time, but March Madness ended one game early this year.

And this season's eventual National Champion, either Memphis or Kansas, to be decided Monday night? Who cares. Like pregnancy scars, they existed only to humiliate my wife, and they've already failed in that department. The season is done.

Until next year.....

P.S. I love you sweetie!

3 Good Things:
Arizona
Baseball hats (preferably not baseball related)
French Toast, with powdered sugar

Overrated- Colorado