Nope, it’s not Christmas… it’s March Madness!!! Say goodbye to productivity at work (though let’s be real, I’m not all that productive on a daily basis). Hello to being grumpy all day when a school I’ve never heard of beats my team – hello, Morehead State sounds like a fake school (and sounds a little dirty if you ask the 12 year old boy that lives in my brain).
My pick is of course my alma mater, Georgetown (hoya saxa!). I mean, how could you NOT cheer for this pup??? This is Jack. He’s a bulldog, not a hoya (don’t ask me what a hoya is, it’s nerdy and silly). He just kills me. I NEED one.
I am an emotional better. I usually put Georgetown in my final four no matter how unreasonable. Syracuse always has to lose first because they’re our biggest rival (and they have ugly uniforms and an a-hole coach). But this year, I’m trying to win some G’s. So I’m trying to be reasonable in my bracket picks. So I only put Georgetown into the Sweet 16. And now, I feel like a total a-hole for being disloyal to my boys. See, Jack’s pissed at me:
Anyways, this time of year brings out what a sore loser I am. I’m kind of hard to be around. If your team beats mine, you should probably just go away. I know, I’m a child, but it’s going to have to go under the “part of my charm” category. I’ll need a moment (and a drink). I’m already at the bottom of my bracket after half of a day of play… it’s going to be a long March. At least I have this guy (yup, I never get tired of posting fotos of HIM):
I’m sure I’ll update. Stay tuned.