A funny thing happened during last year’s NCAA Tournament.
Breaking from my long-established record of futility, as prominently displayed in 2011, 2013, 2016, 2017, 2018, and 2019, I somehow bounced back from the one-year COVID tournament layoff to . . . win my pools? That can’t be right, can it?!?
Indeed, my 2021 bracket correctly predicted a national final of Baylor vs. Gonzaga, with the Bears winning.
And, for the first time since I was in high school(!!!), I won a pool. A couple of them, in fact. That ended a 25-year drought.
This time around, I’m fully expecting a return to (terrible) form. However, I will say that my approach turned out to be the same: I picked very conservatively this year, with mostly top-three seeds advancing past the first two rounds.
While this very likely means I’ll be playing catch-up because I won’t nail many of those tasty first-round upsets, it also means that, as the powers advance, I’ll gradually pull back into contention—and then ahead, if all goes well. Again, that’s unlikely, but I noticed after filling out this year’s bracket that the formula last year was in that same vein.
The only thing that’s a bummer is that my beloved Richmond Spiders got a terrible draw.
I couldn’t in good conscience pick them over Iowa, a red-hot team that won the Big 10 Tournament. I was really hoping Richmond would get some fifth-place team from a power conference that struggled at the end of the year—the ideal prey for the tough-to-handle Spiders.
Given their unprecedented (due to COVID rules) experience and challenging style of play for most teams, I really thought Richmond might be primed for an upset or two. But Iowa is both on a roll and matches up well against Richmond, with a typical dominating inside game and a dynamic scorer besides.
I really, really hope I’m wrong, though! I would gladly take a bath on my pool if it meant a deep Richmond run. No contest. To hell with my bracket!
Speaking of, here it is. The biggest dilemma, honestly, was Tennessee. I just don’t trust Rick Barnes to take them to the Final Four. If this bracket winds up otherwise decent, I think that will be the decision that is my ultimate undoing. Of course, I could just tank like I normally do, in which case—I’ll look forward to my next win (in 2046):

Untimely Movie Review – Warner Bros. 50 Film Collection: 2004-2009
At long last, after eight years, I’ve reached the home stretch of the Warner Bros. 50 Film Collection. The list below covers all but the very last film in the collection, which I decided to save for a final post. This group continues the “wildly uneven” phase of the collection, with some very strong movies mixed in with some selections that probably made sense when they originally sold this set, but seem a little curious in hindsight. Here we go.
Million-Dollar Baby (2004): I like Clint Eastwood a lot. I like Morgan Freeman a lot. They’re both great, as is Hillary Swank. But what begins as a much-better-than-usual underdog sports movie turns into bummer Oscar-bait. Granted, it worked like a charm, as Million Dollar Baby took home four major Academy Awards, including Best Picture, Best Director for Eastwood, Best Actress for Swank, and Best Supporting Actor for Freeman. All three of them were deserving. But there’s a difference between tackling difficult subjects and emotional masochism, and I think this movie crosses that line. Like, to the point where it comes off as a Simple Jack-type parody. To cite one example: Maggie’s cartoon-character mother, wearing attire from a trip to Disney earlier that day, trying to get Maggie to sign over her fortune (by placing the pen in her mouth, since Maggie is paralyzed), but nonetheless stopping to remind Maggie “you lost!” This is bad. Bad. Flat-out. Over the top. To say nothing of the fact that she wouldn’t have “lost” the match in real life. And that’s before we get to the suicide attempt and, ultimately, the case for euthanasia. That doesn’t mean the movie doesn’t have great performances (it does), but it’s absurd and eyroll-inducing.
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