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March Madness!?

Huge Winter Storm.
Some decent games last night; I hung in right to the end. My afternoon was happy, and in the evening things continued to go pretty well. I got out of Thursday with only one loss, but as yesterday went along things slid a little. Winthrop was my big pick to upset, and they did, but Georgia Tech let me down, then Villanova let me down, Arizona let me down, and to finish off the night Arkansas let me down. From now on I don't pick any teams whose names start or end with "a." I played that bracket with a very small number of people, so I may still be in the running on it; five losses in thirty-two games doesn't seem too bad.
I play another pool that involves picking eight teams, two in each region, no two with the same seed number. I have all eight teams alive in that one, but I'll probably lose one or more today (BC and/or Mich St) and could easily get spanked hard before the end of the weekend.
It was hard to drag myself out of bed to go play basketball this morning. Then, sadly, I was one of only three people who showed up, so we didn't play. The walk there and back, plus some shoveling will make up my exercise for the last three days.
Today and tonight: more Guinness and more basketball watching.

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