It’s not the most exciting bracket of all time (I did think about going crazy with VCU or MSU, but just couldn’t do it), but here is my official 2012 bracket. Good luck with your picks!
There were a few things I couldn’t live with in my original bracket, so I made some changes. The new version is here. It’s mostly boring with a tiny dash of batshit crazy.
(I’m considering this my “official” bracket, but I entered the old one in a pool for $$.)
I did my 2011 bracket (you can get it here — sorry, it’s a pdf). It’s more conservative than I’d like, but I’m having a hard time changing any picks. That said, I reserve the right to make changes before picks lock (I’ll let you know if I do that). Update: I did that! The new post is here.
Good luck with your brackets this year!
Here is my 2010 bracket (pdf). Enjoy!
P.S. I like Richmond to win more than one game, but I can’t really see anyone other than Villanova coming out of the South.
I finalized my brackets approximately 15 minutes ago. Here they are in PDF form because I’m lazy but want to get them up now: 2008 brackets.
Unfortunately, my favorite team in the NCAA tournament will not be making the trip to the Elite 8 this year. This is fortunate for my brackets, which have Kansas beating Georgetown in the championship game. It’s still a bummer, though. The refs sucked. Those Salukis really grew on me, and it was nice to have a team representin’ for the ILL.
It’s also a bummer because I just realized that Jamaal Tatum is the new Gilbert Arenas.
He recently rigged a trashcan filled with water to fall on an “unsuspecting teammate”; he performed a rap song he wrote when he was in high school over the SIU Arena intercom; he plays “Name that Tune” with Pink Floyd songs; he makes teammates roll their eyes with his antics but also makes everyone laugh; he runs fast as hell, has an incredible work ethic, and kicks some serious ass on the basketball court.
That’s just the kind of awesome that makes me love an athlete. It’s one thing to be good at what you do. It’s another thing to be good at what you do and be such an amazing, funny, cool person who has fun with everything and really just gets it. Oh and also, he’s hot.
You know what would kick ass? If he got drafted and played for the Nuggets next year. I could just see Tatum hanging out with Reggie Evans and playing tricks on teammates and Rocky the mascot. He also would bring something magical to the Nuggets — the ability to play defense consistently and well.
In other news, Iowa hoops coach Steve Alford is leaving the Hawkeyes and heading for New Mexico. Have fun, dude. I hope they can round up a coach who doesn’t suck and win some games next year.
I usually find it annoying when people post videos and I never watch them, but seriously, this is so funny I cried.
I heard on the radio the other day that the U.S. suffers billions of dollars in lost profits during the first two days of March Madness. They should make these days a national holiday — nobody is being productive at work, anyway. All I’ve done since returning from lunch is *refresh* *refresh* *refresh* the box score of the Old Dominion/Butler game. That sick feeling I have, that lump in my throat that comes from knowing this isn’t going to turn out how I want, reminds me of the terrible, terrible thing that happened last year when Northwestern State knocked off Iowa in the first round with a LAST HALF-SECOND three pointer. I think I feel how normal girls feel when that guy who seemed so into them for the first three dates suddenly stops calling — I kind of want to curl up and cry for a while, drowning my sorrows in wine and chocolate, and I kind of want to go out and cheer for a better, more appealing team that will call and bring me flowers and, you know, actually WIN GAMES.
Currently I am all over the internets trying to find out where Jermaine Wallace, the three-point shooter of doom, is now. Of course the only things you find while searching “Jermaine Wallace” “Northwestern State” are 10,300 articles about the swish seen ’round the nation. I think I’m going to be sick.
There is a Jermaine Wallace looking for a prison pen pal. I wanted to be funny and say that I hope it’s the same guy even though I know it isn’t, but that’s really sad and I would totally become pen pals with a guy with the same name as the guy who killed my March Madness dreams last year, but I’m pretty sure these sites exist to link inmates with doughy women of low self esteem who will fall in love with them.
A possibly related U.S. Court of Appeals opinion is here (it’s a PDF).
There also is a Christian jazz artist named Jermaine Wallace.
There is a Facebook group called Oh I hate Jermaine Wallace! It has one member, who is not me, which is kind of awesome.
Anyway, enough of that tangent, although I would like to know where Jermaine Wallace is now. This year, I had high hopes for Old Dominion, even before I knew they had a player named Valdas Vasylius. Unfortunately, their trip to the Sweet 16 and eventual loss to Florida is not to be. My other incorrect pick so far was Texas Tech (I was trying to stop picking against teams I hate, so this was charity on my part and I will never make that mistake again). Oh well. Now I’ll just have to cheer for the Salukis.