ARTICLE OF THE DAY
by Brian North
My eyes can barely stay open, my head
hurts, and my life is out of whack. It's March, and the madness is in
full effect. I have stared at my bracket for the
amusement-purposes-only office pool, contemplated the upsets, the
favorites, and the final four. I have listened to the experts, studied
the internet capsules on each of the 64 teams left, and I am more
confused than ever. The information can be overwhelming. A 16th seed
has never upset a one seed. A 5th seed has never won the whole thing. A
12th seed has upset a five seed 99 of the last 100 years (or so it
seems). Arizona and Syracuse have both won titles, but have been known
for first rounds flops. Every year a UAB, Southern Illinois, or Nevada
makes an unexpected, unforeseen run to the sweet 16, but the next year
they are replaced by a new team (UTEP or Niagara anyone?).
Every time I go to fill
in a line, I start to second guess myself. Gonzaga is a third seed,
steadily improving each year, but Winthrop has the longest winning
streak in the nation going into the tourney, and having seen the Eagles
throttle ECU in person, so I want to pick the upset. It goes on like
this for each one.
I have laundry piled up,
bills that need to be paid, work that should be done, but yet the
bracket consumes me. Luckily I have not forgotten to eat, and there are
other games to distract me (nationally ranked ECU baseball, Mount Olive
basketball making a run for the division two national title with a slew
of players from downeast), but still the pressure is there to pick a
But it's all for naught.
The NCAA Tournament is too unpredictable, andthat's what makes it so
great. No matter how much I study, the secretary who picks the team
uniform with her favorite color, or the city where her aunt lives will
win the whole thing.
Now if college football
would only figure out that this madness thing is a lot of fun.