Wed, 03/23/2011 - 12:45
Last week my mother calls me to tell me she finished her bracket. I'm half listening to all herpicks when I zone in on her National Champion pick. She proclaims that it's going to be Duke and Butler in the National Championship, with Butler winning this time around. I inform her that she is crazy because Butler isn't as good they were last year and Duke is a better team then they were last year. I ask her what her deal is, how she can have Pitt and St. John's exiting so early, and if in some divine interference Duke and Butler meet what kind of logic does she have in that pick? My mother goes on and on about how it's her gut feeling and to mark her words.
Fast forward a week and if my mother and I were in a poll together she'd be kicking my butt. Out of the sixteen teams left, I have six. SIX. That's not even fifty percent. My mom likes to inform me that the only one she has wrong so far is Notre
Dame. Every morning I have woken up looked at my bracket and thought, "What gives?" It all brought me back to a story I saw on SportsCenter last week. Last year some guy had a perfect bracket. When asked how he picked he said he let his guinea pig do the picking. He would say the two teams playing and whichever team the pig had a reaction to that's who he would pick. Are you kidding me?
Everyone knows the science behind picking, more commonly referred to "Bracketology". A sixteen seed isn't going to beat a one seed, a twelve seed will always beat a five seed, all four number one seeds aren't going to make the final four, and more often than not two number one seeds aren't going to meet in the Championship game. But what's the point? Especially this year. There is no science, it's all luck. Is anyone out there, besides my mother, proud of their bracket? I doubt it. Next year I'm buying a goldfish, let him do the picking, then calling my mom to review it. This is just ridiculous.
Let's Go Duke.
(Yeah, that woman twisting has a near perfect bracket. Geez.)
*Dog pic taken from dipity.com