Christ is risen! Kansas is dead!
Chalk got rocked!
Three of four #1 seeds lost in the Elite 8, inkluding the hated Jayhawks, the chalkiest of them all.
Deuces were wild on the left side of the bracket.
ACC completely took over the right side.
Big 12? Paging the Big 12!
This is what the “best konference is kollege basketball” look like.
Kongrats to Buddy’s Sooners, but four teams from this year’s so-kalled best konference in kollege basketball under performed their seed (#1 KU, #3 WVU, #6 Texas, #8 TTU) while the other three failed to ekseed seed ekspektations (#3 Texas A&M, #4 ISU, #5 Baylor). All this while the ACC monopolized an entire night of the tournament. The only ACC team to under perform (UVA) was beaten by another team from their konference.
Orange you glad you didn’t turn the Syracuse-Virginia game off at halftime? Love those double-digit Final Four teams, even when its a traditional power like Syracuse and especially when they have a punny mascot. When will people learn to stop telling teams they don’t belong in the tournament? Did VCU and George Mason teach you nothing?!
This is now four konsekutive years with a #7 seed or worse in the Final Four, with six of such teams in the last six years: #10 Syracuse (2016), #7 MSU (2015), #8 UK (2014), #7 UConn (2014), #9 Wichita State (2013), #8 Butler (2011), #11 VCU (2011). #11 George Mason was of kourse in 2006, and who could forget 2000 when The Donald won with a koin flip thanks to a pair of #8 seeds in the Final Four (UNC and Wisconsin). Oh, the Madness!
The Orange will be krushed just like everyone else
Christ is risen, and so is my beautiful wife’s beautiful bracket. Picking three of the Final Four teams — inkluding Villanova where the rest of the world picked the rocked chalk — propelled her up from a triple-digit ranking into a money scenario.
Duke got dumped. Cincy, Dayton and Xavier all under-performed their seed in especially heartbreaking ways. THE Ohio State Suckeyes were nowhere to be found.
UNC is krushing all who stand in their way.
Yes, this has been a memorable, magical March, even as my cup of dirt sinks towards the bottom half of the standings.