Busted

So this is my bracket. It was rough year.

I could deal with the 3rd round loss of Notre Dame, and even Duke's incredibly unusual inability to make it past that Sweet Sixteen status. It was watching Jimmer and the Cougs fall apart in overtime against Florida that had me on the floor, moaning in despair. I mourned. I really did.

I love marathon sports. I'm a fair-weather observer through most of the year. But come March Madness, or the Olympics, or the World Cup, and I can be found parked on my couch for weeks at a time, shouting at crooked refs and dirty participants. It's like I become that obnoxious guy sitting in your section at every sporting event you've been to, ever.

I don't know that I can watch the finals this year without having some sort of emotional breakdown when I remember how it should be Jimmer on that court, but I'll do my best. For the game.