My work bracket is now in permanent donation status. Though I suppose there’s an outside chance for me to win the pot, if say, UNC beats Wisconsin-Milwaukee in the final, but thanks to Wake Forest, I’m done. They were lucky to even get to overtime, then double overtime. Seems to me that when you need a bucket, that’s not the time to go to streetball mode. You’ve got five guys on the floor, that reverse scoop shot through four defenders isn’t going to go every time. Neither is that no look pass through four defenders. Of course, knowing that they got away with some streetball moves to get to OT, the referees called a quick halt to that, and, for the first time in 27 years, actually called a player for a carry as he cupped his dribble while starting to drive. Technically, its a whistle. With 1:15 left in double overtime of the NCAA tournament, and you haven’t called it all year, keep the whistle in your pocket. Its bad enough that as the game wore on, you damn zebras had to prance an extra foot or two further into the spotlight to make your call, as if you’re auditioning for a Consort for Men commercial deal, you get ticky-tack on us. I’m now officially in Dan’s camp… if its not a UWM vs. Bucknell or Vermont final, I don’t care.

On the women’s side, my brief foray into caring about women’s basketball was short lived, as the BG women hung tight, but went pretty cold late, losing by 10 to Kansas State. A good year for the Falcons, with the promise of more good years to come, and now they have a whole summer to practice their jump stop-layups.