My misplaced faith in Georgetown caused my bracket to be hosed like a skunked dog….

…AND I picked Kentucky to win it all.  Ah, the ficklness of the single elimination format.  The bookies in Vegas will long sing the praises of the NAACA.  Words to live by for everyone else: “Delusions R Us.” 

The only saving grace was that no one in my office pool chose Duke as national champion.  We were all completely mystified @ the final four. I got to lord it over the Jayhawk-loving, Kansas backing contingent for exactly one week.

On a positive note, I was pleased to see Cornell (my step sis’ alma mater) make it past the opening round.  It was fun to see the Ivy league represented among all of the, ahem, less scholastically inclined intsitutions of higher education.

In the end, Cinderella skipped the ball, because her gown was too expensive and didn’t fit.  She’ll have to grow a few inches or save enough dough to hire a better tailor.

Had Butler won, or better yet, St. Mary’s, this might have been the craziest March of all.