I woke up in a panic early this morning. I'd somehow forgotten to fill out my brackets and the tournament had started!
Wait. What day is it? Do I have to go to work tomorrow?
Whew. It was all just a dream. For whatever reason, I tend to put off filling out my brackets until the lastish minute. I was planning on doing it yesterday because I was supposed to go to happy hour tonight and filling out my brackets drunk is not a good idea. Or is it? I usually just whip through it without thinking much, anyway. I go into some sort of trance and five minutes later, I'm done and I don't remember a thing. I'll be absolutely certain I picked that particular 12 seed to upset in the first round, but I'll go back and look later and oops. Not that 12 seed. A different one.
Really, if I spend a lot of time thinking about it and second-guessing myself, it'll make the wrong picks that much more painful. Why do that to myself?
But tonight, I've done my brackets with a clear head and centered self after yoga. And I've not even been home long enough to finish a glass of wine, so my picks won't be booze-addled. I'm sure my brackets (all three of them) will be busted by 3:00 p.m. tomorrow. I only do well once every few years, and my Jesus statue is just two years old. Well, I won it two years ago. I didn't get it until six months later.
The brackets are secondary, really. I'm in for four whole days of pretty much wall-to-wall college basketball. And no work! More annoying commercials than you can shake a stick at. I can stay up late tonight and get tipsy. Life is goooooood.
(Oh my God. ESPN has a countdown on the ticker for how much time is left to fill out your brackets. Just 13 hours and 40 minutes and 19 seconds left! I got in just under the wire.)