Tomorrow begins the NCAA Basketball Tournament, which is my favorite time of year. I don’t follow sports at all, but come March Madness, I’m insane with obsession.
As always, I run the office pool, and this year we have the potential to have a $340 pot – possibly our highest ever. So far, however, I only have a $130 pot because people are sitting around waiting for the last minute to turn in their sheets.
The morning of the tournament is always a frenzy, and I just know that like CLOCKWORK, at 12:31 p.m. on first game day, the prez of my company will arrive with his picks, despite the fact that I don’t take sheets after the first game has officially begun. For two years now he hasn’t been able to officially play because he turns it in late.
I’m still hoping to score two tickets to the Sweet 16 games being played in East Rutherford. I bought four tickets for my boss (so I could get the mileage, and the company is reimbursing me), and I’ll be crying when I actually hand those tickets over to the client next week.
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