March Madness is exactly that… madness. I don’t know what gets into me, but when this tourney begins, I short circuit… I skate the rails… I start wobbling. It’s like a crazy frenzy inside my brain. My degenerate self is double fisting the action; I’m like in gambling heaven. I can’t get enough of this stuff; I’m glad the craziness only lasts for a short time. Once we get through this weekend, my brain will return to normal, whatever that is. But then there’ll be the Sweet 16…
My love for March Madness goes way back. I remember my Dad would tell me that my Mom blames him for all my bad habits… haha. Well, I don’t know about all of them, but… haha. When it comes to gambling… He was the pool runner at the job back in the day. From squares to confidence pools, he would run them all. Of course, when it came to the NCAA tourney… he’d bring home a stack of brackets and an envelope full of cash. Guess who helped him grade them all. That’s right. I loved it. Back then, these were manual brackets, printed out on legal size paper. We’d have the master sheet with all the winners, and I would sit down at the table, in front of the TV, and help circle the winners, count up the points. It was great.
As I got older, I got into the action. I have been filling out brackets for many, many years. This guy from my job ran his pool for decades; he’s recently stopped. I’ve talked to some people who have stopped filling them out; I guess I’ll reach that point one day? It’s hard to imagine that. And now, I have my son filling out the brackets. Me, my wife, and my son all fill one out; it’s fun. My wife has already lost her champ though… yes, Kentucky shit the bed; sorry babe. My son has Houston; I have Marquette. It doesn’t stop here though. My dad still fills one out, as does my brother, brother in law, and their kids. It’s great.
And now, that I’m betting on these games again… it’s like a cup that is overflowing. It’s a degenerate’s dream; hopefully it doesn’t turn out to be a nightmare. My picks in the first round have been a little dicey. It doesn’t matter though, right? I’m playing with 100% profit, and yes, I’d like for this to turn into some supplemental income at some point, but… for a weekend, my discipline is tested… like no other time. Yes, I am sticking to my money management, but… betting on too many games, live betting… just letting it fricking rip. My brother told me don’t let one weekend ruin all that I’ve built up thus far. This is good advice; will I survive? If there’s one way I’d go out, one time of the year, this would be it, and you know what? I’d be fine with it.
Yes, it’s one of my favorite times of the year, maybe THE favorite time when it comes to sports. When we make it to Monday, I will finally catch my breath. So many good memories of March Madness over the years; hoping to add to these. Hope you enjoy this time of year as much as I do. Good luck!
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