Waxing Gibbous Moon
My NCAA men’s basketball tournament bracket got destroyed yesterday. I only picked 23 of the 32 games correctly and two of my Final Four picks were eliminated in the first round.
This is a national outrage. Heads should roll. Fire the cheerleaders, the University chancellors, the team chaplains, and the poor saps who launder the uniforms. Burn the uniforms. Smear the coaches from head to toe with bacon grease and turn them loose in the Bob Marshall Wilderness. Make the players read “Wuthering Heights” and wear tutus. Clean house. Clean their clocks. Clean out their desks.
Peace, Love, and Seriously, Man,