In Memoriam Of March Madness Brackets Everywhere

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In Memoriam Of March Madness Brackets Everywhere
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Can you hear that?

No, it's not a fast approaching thunderstorm, nor is it a choir of distant wood-chippers, but rather the sound of millions of March Madness brackets being obliterated by the very hands that created them. I too gave into this murderous temptation shortly after watching the last of my final four picks bite the dust of their lower seeded counterparts.

As I stood menacingly over the scattered remains of my bracket, I struggled to contain what could only be described as a Macbethian-like rage. Dropping to my knees, I picked up the tiny sliver where I had once gleefully penciled in my pick to win it all, Kentucky.

In that moment the anger became too much as I unconsciously began poisoning the air with so many obscenities that, had a Mormon family been present, they would have found it very hard to breathe. This verbal bloodbath lasted for a mere twenty-ish seconds before my roommate, who had been at his desk doing homework the entire time, told me shut it.

So now I'm sitting here in bitter silence, hoping that by writing this article I can help to make some sense of what has truly been a month of madness.

There is one thing that I've recently bought into in regards to college basketball, and that is the fact that no team is unbeatable. Even when a squad is loaded with Goliath like superstars, such as this years Kansas Jayhawks, there will always be the Northern Iowa's of the world to seemingly come out of nowhere and dethrone them.

When considering the young men that play for mid-major and elite programs, I am, now more than ever, a staunch believer that the difference in athleticism between the two is minuscule at best, and the NCAA tournament is the perfect stage to prove this.

In a tournament where the headlines have been dominated by names unknown to the average sports watcher, names such as Ali Farokmanesh and Omar Sahman, I have come to the conclusion that championship caliber players can be found in even the smallest crevices of the country (Davidson, anybody?). And now with so many mid major programs making their case for national respect, the very notion of a "sure thing" seems to be dwindling faster than Stephon Marbury's pro hoops career.

so what does the future hold for the "bracketeers" of tomorrow? well folks, the forecast isn't pretty. With the NCAA's imminent decision to expand next years pool to 96 teams, the task of choosing next years national champion will now be about as easy a job as being Tiger Woods' PR guy.

But before I break out the Dustbuster and erase any memory of this years tournament, I ask us all to bow our heads in silence as we remember the many brackets that met their premature end this month.

And to the brackets of tomorrow, I pity you.
















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