My March Madness

To say that Husband loves March Madness would be an understatement. He obsesses over it. He watches every game. Although he didn't play in college, he was the captain of his high school basketball team. As an aside, his high school and mine were in the same conference. And since I went to every basketball game (my school was always the conference champs!), I most likely saw him play five or six years before I actually met him in college. Kind of cool.

Husband participates in two pools, not counting the one he forces upon our family. Brackets are printed out and we are all obligated to complete them. He goes out and purchases prizes and loads up a few goody bags, which are stapled shut and placed near the TV. My two daughters really don't care about the games, but they enjoy candy and novelties as much as the next, so they play along. My son, while not one to sit and watch an entire game, will come and go during the games, and is the one who keeps track of every one's scorecard. So, he's mildly interested.

I really don't care (about the goody bags or the games). Husband tried to tempt me, saying he'd buy me a good bottle of wine if I won. Heck, I can go out and buy my own bottle, so that didn't work. I decided to amuse myself this year and came up with a new strategy for filling out the brackets. I'm calling it my "Champions of the Equator" bracketology. The team with the better weather out of each set of two is my winner. Therefore, my final two are San Diego and New Mexico. I think I'm already out, but I provided my kids with many laughs over my choices, and that was worth it to me.

Next year, I'm thinking of choosing teams whose mascot could beat the other in a fight. For instance, the Butler Bulldog would have no trouble tearing apart that Syracuse Otto the Orange dude. I'm going to have trouble, though, if teams like the 'Golden Flashes' are my choices.