(By Baxie) It’s Tourney Time. And while I said that I wasn’t going to fill out my brackets this year, like anyone facing a March Madness addiction, I simply cannot help myself from enabling my addictions by submitting NCAA brackets all over the town. You see, I’m a Bracketolic. I’m completely strung out on comparing matchups. I factor in seeding structures, win/loss records, conference schedules, and national rankings—like anyone with a March Madness addiction. As much as I try to walk away from it—it’s clear to me that I need to refer to a higher power.
Earlier this week, I was finding myself mulling over which of the of the field of 64 teams would advance into the Sweet 16. Yes, part of controlling the problem is admitting that I HAVE a problem (and I do). Because as of right now I have Virginia, Arizona, Tennessee, Cincinnati, Xavier, Gonzaga, Michigan, North Carolina, Villanova, West Virginia, Texas Tech, Purdue, Kansas, Auburn, Michigan State, and Duke all advancing into the Sweet 16 with Virginia, Michigan, Villanova, and Kansas making it to the Final Four.
I know that I have said that I could stop at any time. I know that I promised that I could walk away from the Big Dance especially after that FBI bribery scandal soured me on the legitimacy of college basketball. And yet, here I am—back to submitting my brackets and peddling my picks like I’m sneaking behind dumpsters and dark alleys to get my fix of before Villanova wins the National Championship over Virginia on April 2nd in San Antonio, Texas.
I don’t know what constitutes “rock bottom” for a March Madness addiction. I don’t know if I’m due for an intervention. But there is a very good chance that I might need to go away for 28 days after this whole thing is over. I just hope that I have the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to change the things I can: and the wisdom to know the difference.