Monday Mourning

It all started so well. And then the wheels came off.

After the first round of March Madness, I was clicking along at 75%. I had picked a few upsets that didn't work out, nevertheless, I was feeling pretty good about my bracket. And that's when it happened...Bradley and George Mason went "unconscious", apparently forgetting that the Sweet 16 is supposed to be reserved for the power conference teams. And before I knew what happened, my rating had plummeted to below 50%. Then Villanova lost.

I went into this Saturday's games with mild interest. I was curious to see whether George Mason could remain "unconscious". And I wanted to see "big baby" run roughshod over UCLA. Neither happened.

So now, on the morning of the final game, I find myself in mourning. Still groggy from losing an hour, I'm questioning whether staying up to watch the game is worth the effort. Do you know what that makes me? Old!

I can't believe I'm even questioning it! When did getting my sleep become more important than basketball?!? I guess I could stay up and find myself falling asleep on my chair midway through the 1st half... But I don't think that will make me feel any better about myself.

So it's Monday mourning for me...