Wednesday, March 16, 2011

A Good Sport

Yesterday evening found me making my selections for the NCAA hoops tournament.  I'm in a bracket....or I've got a bracket....or I am a bracket -- I'm not sure which.  My friend's daughter is raising money for the Leukemia Lymphoma Society and it somehow involves choosing which team is going to win a basketball game... and that's good enough for me.

But despite my ignorance of the world of basketball (which, if you could see me in all my "Short People" splendor, you would understand), you shouldn't write me off completely in terms of sports picks.  Many years, I entered into - or participated in - or dove into - the Superbowl pool at work.  The kind where you write your name on a box, someone writes numbers around the margins of the paper, and you "win" the quarter if the numbers surrounding your box correspond to the last number of each team's score at the end of each quarter.  Well, I won the first quarter - $125 worth of dumb luck.  I couldn't believe it - COULD NOT BELIEVE IT. 
Then the next year -- also at work and riding on my winning streak of one -- I entered the NCAA hoops tournament.  And some of my co-workers laughed at me because I selected an underdog team to go all the way to he finals.  Which it did.  It was me and a co-worker down to the last game - with over $500 on the line.  Down to the last minute.  I could barely watch the game.  My team lost by two points.  But only because I neglected to wear my lucky socks and stepped on a crack that morning.

So now I'm out for revenge.  And, using my no-fail system, I'm going to ride my bracket - or work my bracket - or follow my bracket- whatever - all the way to the top.  I''m not going to reveal my method, but let's just say that my favorite colors are winter white and robin's egg blue.