March Madness: (N) The state of being mentally ill because you fancy yourself a member of the sports media and your Aunt, Uncle and 9 year old cousin all destroy you in your annual family bracket.
I find it very difficult to get involved in any sort of sports discussion and not do my homework. I guess you might say its an occupational hazard. After years of reading press releases and memorizing names and numbers it seems almost impossible for me to even enjoy a game on television. I sit down to watch a game and I have an uncontrollable urge to download the PDF game notes from the teams media site.
When it comes to March Madness the need to know is suffocating. Each year I watch countless hours of college basketball and attend a majority of the Ohio State Buckeye home games in Value City Arena.
This year is no different. I constantly find myself wondering how many seniors a team has, what it's free throw percentages are and how much production it gets from it's guards. Not to mention bench points and team defense.
These are the stats I deem important to have a successful and more importantly a winning bracket.
Hours and hours spent with my nose in my computer screen for what? To look back a week from now and realize I know nothing about sports while writing a check for a family member who hasn't gone through puberty.
I promise to post my bracket... Only if I do well.
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