Sunday, March 30

There go my picks, right down the toilet. I lost my finals teams last night.

And I'm totally ok with it. As a matter of fact, I pulled for both of the underdogs. I wanted Novak to hit another three (for skinny white guys everywhere). And, if I had my druthers, Kansas would win the whole thing.

(I haven't mentioned yet that I killed Sports Illustrated, pick-wise. I'll spare you the analysis, but their picks were terrible, and they had Arizona winning the whole thing.)

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