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mecca-lecka-hi-mecka-hi-nee-ho...



AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I keep changing my NCAA tournament brackets and I can't stop. Never ever.

I feel like I'm the guy in the scary movie saying, "It will never stop. Never." And someone needs to put their arm on my shoulder and say, "Yes. It will stop. We will make it stop. Together." And then we stand up to some uplifting score music and we take care bizness. And then helicopter right through or around a sunset. Or something.

But, seriously, it's not going to stop. Not until tomorrow when I have to leave be and watch as I crash and burn in another Yahoo tournament pool.

I don't have any secrets. Even though I follow college basketball pretty well, I can be lured by a pretty-sounding name (i.e. Villanova gets me every time) or numbers (almost always 5 over 12 but never 13 over anything).

And since my alma mater is in the tournament, I have to pick them to win.

But I'm scared. Or as my uncle would say, scurred.

Mommy, hold me.
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