Oliver Lee Bateman has a warning for all the March Madness bracketologists out there.
Yeah, I really do feel sorry for you. Think you’ve got the inside dope, don’t you? Confident that you’ve got all of your ducks in a row, huh? No way Kentucky’s going to let you down, is there?
Well, I’m here to tell you something very important: none of this matters. I don’t care whether you’ve got a subscription to kenpom.com or Basketball Prospectus. It doesn’t make any difference how carefully you’ve crunched the numbers on Statsheet.com. Even having Dick Vitale on speed dial won’t guarantee victory.
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I can write this with absolute confidence because I’ve been participating in these pools since the early 1990s and I’ve won only once, during my senior year of high school. ONCE IN FIFTEEN YEARS. Years of fruitless study, of memorizing starting fives on forgotten teams like the ’98 Valparaiso Crusaders and the ’02 UNC-Wilmington Seahawks…all for naught, and all because I’ve kept having really good feelings about Notre Dame (note to anyone reading this: never, ever pick the Notre Dame men’s basketball team to win a postseason game).
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OLB, I was so freaking pissed on Friday night, when poor decision making and sloppy ball control rendered me unable to comment, “Don’t pick Notre Dame, HUH?!” In the sports book of a Vegas casino, fired up on bourbon and the Irish…ARGH. Hated admitting you were right. Good call.
I called 26 of the first 32 games correctly. One of the misses? Notre Dame-Xavier, of course. But that was a nonsense “lane violation” at the end of that game.