My Own March Madness

This morning I printed up the official thingie. Okay, I do know its name—the Official March Madness bracket. This is not because I care about basketball the big dance, or the National Championship. I do this because I love my husband and sons. And, of course, there’s the chance that I can beat my husband’s bracket. Yeah, my uber-competitive nature comes out.

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?

(Right now, I’m tempted to let Memphis go pretty deep—my niece attends UM.)

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