March Madness in Klaskyville
Hmm.... Not all that surprisingly, my friends list is relatively quiet about March Madness. Let me just say that the NCAA tournament is a Big Deal in Klaskyville. (No. I never watched a college basketball game before I was married. Why do you ask?)
In an online chat today, a Washington Post sportswriter delivered the essential truth that NCAA pools are not about winning money; they're about being *right*. Well, here in Klaskyville, we push the limits of that statement.
One of us (not me, as if I needed to tell you that) will complete a number of brackets with a number of friends, placing relatively minimal bets. We will, however, prepare one bracket together, going head to head with my sister- and brother-in-law, owners of one extremely privileged wheaten terrier. Our familial brackets are completed on behalf of our pets. The in-laws must choose teams with dog names (and, where no dog is playing, things similar to a dog, like, say a wolf. Or, in some really trying rounds, a bear. Or, if you really have to push it, something that dogs answer to like, um, a patriot.) We will choose teams with cat names (or cat prey, or something vaguely feline in some way, shape, or form...) Where two dogs or two cats play, we can choose who will likely win, but otherwise, we are honor bound to make statements like "the 15th-seed Belmont Bruins (remember, they're dog-like) will beat the 2d-seed Duke Blue Devils".
What can I say? I find our animal brackets amusing...
Mindy, who will consult with Poppy and Christina on their choices (which mostly involve chicken and ice cream...)
In an online chat today, a Washington Post sportswriter delivered the essential truth that NCAA pools are not about winning money; they're about being *right*. Well, here in Klaskyville, we push the limits of that statement.
One of us (not me, as if I needed to tell you that) will complete a number of brackets with a number of friends, placing relatively minimal bets. We will, however, prepare one bracket together, going head to head with my sister- and brother-in-law, owners of one extremely privileged wheaten terrier. Our familial brackets are completed on behalf of our pets. The in-laws must choose teams with dog names (and, where no dog is playing, things similar to a dog, like, say a wolf. Or, in some really trying rounds, a bear. Or, if you really have to push it, something that dogs answer to like, um, a patriot.) We will choose teams with cat names (or cat prey, or something vaguely feline in some way, shape, or form...) Where two dogs or two cats play, we can choose who will likely win, but otherwise, we are honor bound to make statements like "the 15th-seed Belmont Bruins (remember, they're dog-like) will beat the 2d-seed Duke Blue Devils".
What can I say? I find our animal brackets amusing...
Mindy, who will consult with Poppy and Christina on their choices (which mostly involve chicken and ice cream...)
When U of M played Tennessee a couple of weeks ago, one of the radio stations ran an ad: "What happens when a dangerous zoo animal attacks a red cross person?
A tiger kills a volunteer."
PS- I just got Girl's Guide to Witchcraft and really debated opening it, as time is limited right now. I read the first few chapters but had to stop. I am very excited about reading the rest when I get a chance (er, round about May). I'm sucked in already!