March Sadness
I’m half way through our annual NCAA tournament draft and I’m feeling uneasy. In my head I can hear the Darth Vader song from Star Wars playing in the background. I can hear Darth Packer laughing at me because of my picks. It’s not looking good.
Every year, I get together with a group of 10-12 guys and we draft players for the NCAA tournament. It’s a much more complex pool than just picking teams. I’m closing in on a decade of futility in this pool. Ah, I remember the heady days of drafting 2 Florida players for 3 straight years, only to see them lose before the Sweet 16. Then after swearing off Florida players forever, they reel off 2 National Titles.
Who can forget the year I drafted JJ Redick, only to see him toss in a career low. Or, the year I drafted Jeff Newton. Newton? Why didn’t somebody hit me with a few of the 100 chicken wing bones that usually accompany this party? The memories make me want to bludgeon the Syracuse Orange mascot until citrus pulp flows across the Carrier Dome floor. And yes, I’m doing it all over again.
Carry on, Citizens!
About The AuthorJeff Stanger is an author, talk show host, professional fundraiser, and the answer to several obscure trivia questions. He writes for food and occasionally for spite.
I’m starting to think I’ve only been invited to provide the fodder in this thing. My picks march off to the contest with banners flying…and are mowed down like meat-shields in front of Tom and Doug and Tony’s far-less impressive selections.
And still…aint it fun!
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