May the best most random "I don't watch basketball much" bracket win.
One day last week my husband announced, "It's time to fill out brackets." I gave him one of those insincere smiles and eye rolls. He considers it a fun tradition. I feel my participation is merely amusing him. I've been called "sports challenged" more than once by more than one person. I'm okay with that. But the funny thing about the whole bracket routine is that more times than not, I end up doing better than my husband and son. And they know what they're doing.
My first experiences pretty much involved picking names of colleges somewhat randomly. I have always picked Gonzaga because the name tickles my fancy. Then I made it more complex by considering if a college was in our state, if I've been to the state the college is in, or who had the cutest or best mascot. I eventually noticed, or realized, what those little numbers by each college team meant. Bonus! Not really sure if anyone ever mentioned that to me, or if they just assumed I knew. Not.
At first, we picked teams all the way to the championship. That's probably the "official" way. But it sure gets messy. Then one year it was suggested (not by me) to pick each round as they come. "Whatever you say, dear."
Naturally my goal has become to outdo the guys. But I often find myself rooting for the underdogs, despite what my bracket says. Sometimes I deliberately pick the underdogs. And when they win, that's awesome!
We won't know how all this plays out until March Madness is over on April 2. Kind of an oxymoron, isn't it? Shouldn't March Madness be over in March? Just saying.