a curveball

You know the old saying that hindsight is 20/20?

It’s true.

It’s also true that sometimes things can come back to make you look silly.

The headline for my column last Saturday was &uot;Tourney unusually calm so far.&uot;

Of course, for something to be put in Saturday’s paper, I_had to have it written by Friday, and there had been very little in the way of excitement in the NCAA tournament by Friday afternoon.

So that left Fate no choice but to prove me wrong and throw all kinds of upsets around Friday night, Saturday and Sunday.

And now all the red marks on my bracket looks like someone suffered a particularly nasty paper cut and bled all over it.

Where shall I begin?

Let’s start with the biggest buster of my bracket – Georgetown.

Sure, they got beat in the Big East tournament, but Pittsburgh played a great game.

I really thought the Hokies were playing better basketball than this.

What I didn’t see was Davidson – yes, Davidson.

Davidson is a private liberal arts college in Davidson, North Carolina, and enrollment is about 1,700 students.

Silly me.

_I had Georgetown going all the way to the Final Four.

Then there’s the other Cinderella known as Western Kentucky.

I have some familiarity with this team because I’ve seen them take out my beloved Troy several times over the years.

I’m honestly pulling for them, even though I’ll go back to hating them after the tournament.

If they beat UCLA, it’ll be the biggest upset of the tournament.

To get the Sweet 16, the Hilltoppers had to beat San Diego, another Cinderella candidate.

San Diego took out Connecticut in another blow to my bracket.

And let’s not even talk about Duke losing to West Virginia after Belmont nearly took down the Blue Devils in the first round.

I_saw a stat on ESPN about their bracket challenge.

Out of around 3.7 million brackets filled out, only two people were able to successfully pick the Sweet 16.

Maybe these people should team up with Miss Cleo and get their own hotline.

At least there are at least 3,699,998 people who feel my pain about my picks.