Well, well. We're through 60 of our 63 tournament games. I missed the horrific broken leg in yesterday's game (did any of you see it? Are you still barfing?), but apart from that, it's been an eerily quiet tournament. A strange collection of teams in the Final Four, but it should be fun to watch it all play out.
A couple of shout-outs are in order. The only one among us to pick Michigan into the Final Four was my big brother, Jonathan. Years of blind allegiance to the hapless Big 10 are finally paying off - at least a little. Good picking, bro. Lots of people saw the Louisville win coming. The only one among us, though, to pick two Final Four teams correctly (that's weird, right?) is our own H Dayle Kendall Zelenka. Take a bow, HDKZ!
The stage is set. 14 of us have Louisville winning one more, 4 of us think they'll win two (and the whole chimichanga.) Nobody has Michigan (Jonathan's nerve failed, evidently) or Wichita State winning another, and only Rosalie has Syracuse winning another game. The die is more or less cast, but we'll play out the possibilities as we go. I know you're all hanging on, waiting to find out where you might land. You'll just have to wait; I have a life to live here, eh?
Here, then is the blah after blah, so you can see that blah. Don't forget blah and blah, and have a blah blah blah. (Can you tell I'm bummed that I won't win? Well, I am. Dangit.)
Moochas smoochas from me,
C
2 comments:
So little chatter. I for one take distinct pride in the fact that Diana and I seem destined to combine for the worst couple score of the competition. Perhaps we need some new categories for next year?
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