Then, once the games begin, I read, edit, or embroider until the last five minutes of the game when my husband nudges me. At that point, I put down what I’m working on and root for whoever’s on my bracket. If my bracket is already ruined, then I root for whoever is not on my husband’s bracket. And if both our brackets are ruined, then I root for the underdog. Or if I’m feeling particularly puckish, I root for the team whose uniform I like best. (Not that I really care about them, but I love telling the guys that’s what I’m doing.) Yes, I’m that kind of mom.
So, I know some of my blog friends are basketball buffs. And I’d loved to have a killer bracket this year. Or, at the very least, beat my husband’s bracket. Could you give me some hints?
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