Having not watched a single complete college basketball game in all of 2019, I am hopelessly lost when it comes to March Madness.  Looking at my brackets from 2011, 2013, 2016, or 2017, one can see a clear and convincing pattern of deterioration into abject failure.

Last year, I finished seventeenth out of 21 in my (free) office pool, a borderline embarrassing performance.  I say “borderline” only because it’s tough to be embarrassed when the subject matter is so unfamiliar to me now.  It would be like feeling shame over finishing 17th in a Japanese spelling bee.

I won’t belabor the point further.  This year’s meager offering is as unimaginative as it is likely to produce a now-customarily poor finish.  So be it.

For your amusement, then: