Every year approximately 64 teams (actually 68) are chosen to compete in the NCAA college basketball tournament. Every team dreams that they can win. Every player fantasizes about sinking a basket at the buzzer to win the national championship. You know, the crowd goes wild. Teammates mob you for sinking the shot. The world will love you.
Every year there is a betting pool called “bracketology”. People all over America fill out a form with their learned picks to win each and every game. If you pick every one of the 63 games correctly, you will win the company “pool”. That means picking up a couple of bucks and you can brag about how smart you are.
When I was working, we had a NCAA pool every year and I think you could win $100. I remember one year a wife of an employee won by picking her favorite mascots. You know like Badgers, Grizzly’s or Running Rebels. Clearly there was embarassment shared by all the smart guys. Another woman (a girlfriend to an employee) won by picked the prettiest uniform worn by different teams. It confirms that dumb a– luck determines the winner. Dah!
Your Mom has entered a NCAA basketball pool this year. She has paid her money and if she picks the winner the payoff will be $50. She asked me for assistance in filling out the “picks”. Imagine, she asked me, the expert. I have never won. I have never come close. I have advice for her. Flip a coin for every game. She probably will do better.
The truth is your Mom took my form with all my picks and copied. If she wins, I think she should share with me. Yeah, right. Copying my basketball picks insures she doesn’t have a chance in hell of winning.
But, the fantasy continues. Somebody has got to win. Maybe this is the year. Because the tournament takes place over 3 weeks, her hopes will die a slow death.
To all you silly people who believe you can win the basketball pool, I have some swamp land I’d like to sell you.
Love,
Dad