25-7


good enough for alone in second after the first round. not bad.

hey, are you excited about that arizona/cleveland st. game tomorrow? mmm. gotta love "cinderella" games where a twelve or thirteen seed is going to make the sweet sixteen no matter what. it's not that i hate these schools or the players that play for them. what i will hate is hearing their personal stories all next week leading up to the next slate of games. how far they've come. how many teddy bears they sleep with at night. someone will have a blind mother. it's inevitable.

whatever. anybody in my pool knows the real reason i am bitter this morning is because i lost my first final four team to the aforementioned cleveland st. vikings. i can't enjoy outpicking twenty-five other brackets because of the pesky little "points possible remaining" column that will serve as a constant reminder that my name is bound to start tripping down the list.

dammit.

i hate when i can't see the trees for the forest.