It's that time of year again: the season of sports betting and chest thumping.
Much like my gradual take-over of the Lucky Lady Fantasy Football league, i'm climbing the victory ladder in our office March Madness bracket mayhem. My irconclad selection system went something like this (for better or worse):
"USC fans are bit nutty, so i'm choosing Kansas."
"Xavier is a cool enough name to carry them to the Final 4, for sure."
"Josh didn't let me name the dog Memphis, so they're going to the championship."
"I don't know what UMBC stands for, so they can't be that good."
"So-and-so would never shut up about Gonzaga, and she bugged me, so they're not making it out of the first round."
So far that technique has propelled me to 2nd place (and no, it's not out of 2 people) so if "North Carolina? why not! John Niemeyer seems to like them, and he's tall" does what it's supposed to do, i just may be the golden goddess of sports and Josh will be taking my lucky butt to Vegas real soon.
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