The crumbgobblers ate their afternoon snack in their high chairs, forced to watch the wonderfulness that is March Madness. They were transfixed and I am convinced their little minds were soaking every minutiae of the game. It's unfortunate that, unless some serious recessive genes rise up, our brood will have neither the height nor the hops to play effectively. It might be possible if they're quick...and don't have my lack of athletic ability.
I haven't missed a Final Four since I was 17, and I never even played. I think I've only filled out brackets one or two times and, in retrospect, it took some of the joy out of watching. Fortunately I haven't spent any time dwelling on the "whys" of that. I'm not that pathetic.
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Funny - I am just competitive enough (insert laugh and snort here) that I have much more fun when I fill out a bracket. Gives me someone to cheer for.
Love that you love March Madness. I adore it.
I'm not much of a bracket kind of person. That's not over thinking it...that might be over simplifying it.
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