So by now, I’m sure every last one of you have printed off, scribbled through and have attempted filling out at least half a dozen brackets so you can be your office champion. You’re still probably pissed at Gary in corner cubicle with no window, for winning last year’s office pot, when the closest he came to college basketball was IT Tech chess tournament.
We all have our devastating stories of what we thought was a sure bet to win the tournament. My personal favorite was in 2009 when our restaurant pool lost to a bartender’s girlfriend who picked each winner by who had the prettier colors. Its crap, and though none of us actually pay attention to college basketball until the brackets are released, we pretend to be a knowitall and convince ourselves that Murray State might actually have a deeper bench and better free throw shooters than Duke. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Marching on