Tear That Bracket A New One

Gee ... Duke lost. Gosh. I'm all choked up.

I was asked today how my bracket was doing and had to explain that it's like asking someone in AA what they think of vodka: Love it, but can't touch it.

Had to quit the NCAA for a time. After crying at the table at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas (while my friend Don was yelling at the television "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'RE THROWING IT AWAY!"), I decided it was time to stop watching the tournament. That was about 7 years ago, but even now when I catch a single play I get stressed out and emotional -- even if it's Old Dominion vs. Rutgers. "Come ON, Old D., what the hell kind of defense is that! You mother-f--kers! DO IT!"

It's not pretty. But it's okay to check the scores after the fact and dance on the dead giant's head when they DROP like a bag of dirt in the first round. (Okay, I know it was close, but still, DROPPED, yo.)