There’s nothing quite like it.
The group chats are getting fired up.
The invites to the bracket challenges are getting sent out.
The shit talk is already starting up.
You might not be able to name a single player in the tournament outside of Cooper Flagg.
You may not have known that a school called “Lipscomb” ever existed in the first place.
Is that going to stop you from seeing if you could sneak a 14-over-3 upset into your picks?
Not in the slightest.
You know everyone else is going to sprinkle in at least one 12-over-5 upset.
You know everyone else is going to have a couple of 10-over-7’s.
But you should probably zig where everyone else is going to zag.
Because, again, you don’t know shit about the actual program itself.
It’s a wild phenomenon in American culture.
About how strong and brave they are to not write 63 winners down on a sheet of paper.
