The entirety of the United States of America is about to descend into a peculiar psychopathy known as “March Madness”, surrounding the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament.
This, I need to say up front: order antabuse over the counter I hate basketball. http://topproducerlasvegas.com/include/code/mp.php I think the game is inane at any level. I just don’t find any enjoyment in watching, as I call it, “Bounce-bounce-bounce-SCORE! Other direction. Bounce-bounce-bounce-SCORE! Wash, rinse, repeat.”
Now, I know that mine is an unpopular opinion, and that most of my fellow Americans are preparing to be productiveless this Thursday and Friday as the drama of “Will underdog liberal arts school beat sports-factory mega-university?” unfolds.
Everybody’s been scrambling to fill out their tournament brackets, and enter pools, neither of which I’ve ever done for this sporting event. I’m not entering any pools, but I did fill out a bracket – and here’s how & why I made my picks.