Thursday, March 31, 2016

Two Bad Breaks ... That Might Not Be?

OK, so there were two shitty things that happened to me.  Sort of.

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First, while I was driving home I started to contemplate what I was going to do at work Saturday because we were told we could come in to work then.  I remembered that I had stored a can of Kickstarter, which I got while leaving the National Collegiate Hockey Conference Frozen Faceoff semifinals.  I could drink that for lunch to keep me going through the rest of the day.  But then it dawned on me: Wait a second ... I don't remember seeing a can of Kickstarter in my bag of coffee creamer!  It's been stolen!!!

I know that people steal food out of the refrigerators from time to time.  I remember reading a note once from someone sarcastically hoping that the guy who took his sandwich enjoyed it.  I never thought it would happen to me.  Well, when I put in the Kickstarter with my bag of creamer I never was afraid that someone would take it.  But I left my bag open, so when you open the fridge door you can see it, and some asshole just said, "Well, no camera, fuck it!"

I'm pissed.  I really am.  But then I had to control myself because I thought of two things.  One, I got that Kickstarter for free, so it's not the worst thing in the world to get stolen.  And two, I don't remember seeing that can for the past several days.  If it took me a while to notice that it was missing, how important was that to me?  It still sucks, and there's a person who works in the same building who, if I ever find him or her I should claw my nails against his or her face.  But geez, I can't really care that much.

Nevertheless, this might be a sign that it's best for me to go.

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But maybe I shouldn't.  Which leads me to bad break #2.

So I told you that I have lined up another test scoring job because I disagree with what went done on the one I'm currently on, right?  Well, that place has two different locations.  One is far, and one is really far.  I have been to both, and the commute (especially the one coming back) is absolute torture.  But I still considered it a good break that the first project, the one my former supervisor over the phone said should be the first of several, is going to be the closer city.

But I got this e-mail in the evening which said this first project was going to be allllllllll the way on the other side of town, the one where it will take at least an hour to get to and has taken about 90 minutes to get back from.  (Also, it's scheduled to run six weeks, which, in my estimation, means that I have a guarantee of only three weeks, which is between six and nine weeks shorter than the project I'm currently on.)  I swear to God that the guy on the phone, my supervisor, told me it would be in the closer city.  But this might be a case where he just fuckin' mumbled an important piece of information again, just like late last summer where a two-week project was done in two days.  Goddamn, I'm back to hating him now.

And I'm getting all worked up about the stress of moving through the traffic I'll have to face, and the mathematical calculations to make sure the difference in pay between these two gigs won't be eaten up by the added length of time it takes me to drive there in a couple weeks compared to where I'm driving right now.  (It's still enough, but only by $30 a week, and even then I don't know if it's worth it to face a shitty commute.)  But then I remembered ... I told myself I need to leave this job.  Like, right now.  Any job would be better than this one because of my fundamental disagreement with people suddenly getting promoted in the middle of the project.  So does it really matter that I might have to drive a goddamn hour to this new project?

Well, the answer right now is no.  If you ask me that question the evening of, like, the second week of this project when I get stuck in the third bottleneck of my drive, I might say yes.  (sigh) Ah, well, I kind of asked for a change, and a change is what I got.

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This has been a day where it suddenly turned bad, and then I realize that, well, I really can't be as bothered by it as I initially was.  So it's a bad day turned into a semi-bad day.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

A Sad Pervert Looks At 40

So yesterday (Tuesday) I made a tongue-in-cheek, slightly horny comment about an image a hot Playboy model I am Facebook friends with.  I told her that I could see her areola peeking out from a slightly open shirt she was wearing.  I said the same a while back about another of her photos and she was teasing back, "No, you can't!" or some shit like that.  I didn't think anything of it because her past reaction has been really, really cool.

I'm stopping by at the bank on my home from work.  I heard a buzz from my phone while I was driving.  Thought it was a stripper who's going to be at this house party I'll attend later this week.  But instead it was this Playboy model, and whoops, she's mad.  She said that my comment made her unfriend me.  I apologized to no avail; she said I was a sad person (very true) and told me to fuck off.

This is now the second time this month I have pissed off a Playboy model with something I typed on Facebook.  That first time the offended comment wasn't a perverted come-on, but a shrug to something she felt very passionately about.  However, my reaction to this woman's outrage is, well, a shrug.  So no, hot babe, I will not fuck off.

Why not?  Because goddamn, I am not a man!  I'm 40!

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That age always held a mystifying milestone for me when I was young.  It seemed like everybody had a midlife crisis at that age.  So am I, but then again (and I know I'm kind of ripping off Mitch Hedberg here), I was having a midlife crisis before I was 40, too.

Since I became an adult I've been embarrassed about my birthdays.  Maybe I get it from my parents, of which (and I'm totally serious about this) I know neither of their birthdays.  But it's just too much fuss for me.  That attitude has taken on a fatalistic attitude the past decade -- now, I don't want to celebrate my birthday as much because it reminds me that I'm one year closer to death.  And yet this birthday, my 40th, ramps up the angst even further.  I have always grown up thinking that people die in their seventies.  So if that's the case, and if you turn 40, there are more birthdays behind you than ahead of you.

That fact is frightening.  I still catch myself thinking from time to time (inbetween bouts of sex, of course) that, "Oh my goodness, I'm fucking 40 years old!!!"  It hasn't hit me like a ton of bricks so much as it's kneading me repeatedly, every day, like a rolling pin.

It should change me, being 40.  It really hasn't, but it kind of has.  Am I going to quit my job and buy a convertible?  No.  But I must admit that this month I have been less tolerant of things I don't care for.  For example, this job whose surprise promotions have offended me.  If I were younger, I probably would have let it roll off my back and say, "Whatever."  Not this time.  In this case I really wanted to leave.  I feel bad for putting these guys in the lurch, but I really don't like that this happened.  And, when the smoke clears in the off-season, I plan on talking to somebody to get to the bottom of why the hell they did this.

And in the meantime I am tired of trying to be sufficiently contrite to the people I mistakenly insult over the innocent and dumb comments I say.  Especially on the Internet, where nobody says anything shocking because everybody says something shocking.  OK, I get it, they didn't like what I said.  I tried to say sorry, but it doesn't look as if they're taking me back.  (However, and this is important to note, the first PB model hasn't defriended me, and so far this PB model hasn't thrown me off of her fan page, just her, uh, personal one.)  And you know what?  Before I would get real depressed over her rejection.  But now I say, fuck it.  I tried my best, but there are a bunch of other naked women I follow, and I would rather stay in touch with those babes, the ones who can roll sicko comments like mine off their backs, or even better, say that they like them!  I'm not saying they're bitches.  They can like or not like anything I say.  And I can do as much or as little apologizing as I want before calling it a day.  We walk away from being Internet friends, not actual friends.  And life goes on.  Because I am now 40.

Well, I have to admit that to get back to her I looked at some photos of her on Vintage Erotica Forum and beat one off to her.  Pics like yours make me a pervert, you idiot!

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I've been listening to Chris Cornell's acoustic version of his song "Can't Change Me" a lot this month, especially after turning 40.  This has always been a beautiful song, including the electrified original with a Mediterranean-sounding guitar lick with flamenco influences throughout.  But I've gotten more and more emotional listening to this solo rendition after my birthday, where it's just Mr. Cornell and a guitar (and an outlet to plug in the acoustic).  What he is saying completely speaks to how I'm feeling at my advanced age.  I'm not proud of who I've become, nor am I ashamed.  After decades of wrestling within myself over why I can't be a more accomplished man and a better contributor to society, I realize that I can only do so much, and that at the end of the day, I have to be happy with myself, and if that's not good enough for others or the Mankind, well, I am sorry, but I have to do me, first and always.  I think I am at peace with that realization.  And that might be my only takeaway for turning The Big 4-0.

This may be my favorite song now.  Thank you, Mr. Cornell.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Addendum To: I Can't Fucking Believe What They're Doing At Work

Well, I was ready yesterday (Monday) to spray the entire state with my resume just so I can find a job that'll spring me out of my current one.  Little did I know that it would take a second phone call.

It was to the other test scoring place.  I was just going to check up and see if they have my application, even though I had worked for them each of the past five years.  Much to my surprise it wasn't some HR chick but the head man of last year's scoring project.  And man, he hooked me up.  He told me that the scoring project from last year was still on, but he was nice enough to present to me another set of tests that he says should be longer in length.  I was surprised to hear him steer me away from his own project, but I think it's a testament to him as a person to let me in on the whole truth to someone who is trying to maximize the money he wants to make.  Also, upon reflection and to be honest, he wasn't the strongest leader when he was running the room last year.  And you know, I just remembered that he was the one who was heading up that two-week project that turned into a two-day one.  So maybe getting away from him is a good thing.

What I was afraid was not going to come through actually did come through in less than a day.  So now I just have to gin up the courage to tell everybody I need to tell without tipping the wrong people off as to why.  But you know something?  I'm starting to feel guilty about leaving.  Not guilty enough to change my mind; this was still a raw deal that I have no choice but to walk away from.  But I'll miss those guys.  Not the BS situation, but those guys.

Monday, March 28, 2016

I Can't Fucking Believe What They're Doing At Work

You know I ... I am pissed off, I take full umbrage, I am absolutely incensed ... I can't really put into words why I'm so upset.  And the worst thing about this is I don't think anybody else would understand why I am so angry.  Complicating things is that I still can't exactly describe what is exactly making me furious.  I just know that I am, and I need to write about it the best way I can.

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OK, so this is at work -- you know, where I bought the donuts.  For the past week or so I have seen some commotion regarding three co-workers in the room.  Two of them were in the same row as me, so I saw their mannerisms and tics every day when I sat down.  Don't know why I add that; guess it doesn't matter.  Both of them also seem young and thus probably have had less time working here than I did.

This test scoring project has had a reputation for being finnicky.  They have much more stringent standards of accountability than others.  It really freaked me out when I was told I was going to be scoring that project.  For example, I heard that there was the possibility of what I call "re-education," Communist China-era style.  Also, I have heard that people who don't do a good enough job, whatever that means, get fired.

I don't think I've been doing a good job.  Grading essays is tough.  Reading whatever kids write is tough.  And since these could be upwards of three pages, I have to go through paper after paper of these poor students regurgitating the same thing over and over and over and over again.  My day actually gets made when I can read a clean paper that is actually talking about the topic that the student is supposed to be writing about, and does so in a clear and organized way.  But 99% of the time you have kids that are just trying to do the job the best they can, and sometimes they cope and sometimes they don't.  Add the awful handwriting -- maybe penmanship needs to be taught in schools again -- and my eyes glaze over.  And then I have to re-read the whole paper again.  That's what I usually do, and that slows me down and cuts into production.  I've been lagging, basically, and I don't think I have been accurate as compared to the room.

However, while I have been given papers of wrong scores I've given, I have yet to be "re-educated," or at least I think.  Don't know how, but I guess I'm staying in my lane.  But these three ... I was guessing that was what the commotion was about.  Maybe?  I couldn't tell.  All of this happened, like, a couple weeks ago, and they seemed to be doing fine, so why did they need remedial education?

But then I thought, Wait a second ... they aren't being punished.  They were given these new folders and things.  Wait, they're not being ... promoted, are they?  I don't get it ... they started off just like me, and now they're getting singled out for special treatment?  I've never seen that before.  How is that possible?  How is that even acceptable?  But then I thought, No, no, no -- I am just being paranoid again.  They are being "re-educated," repeatedly so; after all, the supervisors keep going back to them, again and again.  I really just gave them more credit than I should have.  They are actually doing worse than I thought.  Besides, people can't be promoted after the project has begun!  That's silly!

But then Friday morning came.  This babe, you know, the one I keep talking about?  She comes up to me and hands me our daily statistics sheet, which tells us what and how we did the day before and for the whole project.  She has given me this before as we pass it around from teammate to teammate.  So I didn't think anything of it.

But then I noticed something.  Under the header on this sheet it said: "[redacted name]'s team."  Wait ... I'm on her team???  Then, later in the day, she came up to me again and gave me a paper I graded incorrectly.  Other people -- actual supervisors -- give me papers I graded incorrectly, not someone who started off on this project at the same time as me.  But now she's giving them to me.  Moreover, this woman, who has barely made any eye contact with me, all of a sudden is approaching me with some sort of authority.  She, who was just another chump getting schooled on how to answer a question, is now acting like she's the boss of me.

I don't want to spill all the beans of what exactly was said, but she said that she was the boss of me.  A person who started alongside me is now above me.  And frankly, even though I didn't say this out loud, the only thing I could think of, and what I was saying through my body language, was simply and loudly: "How dare you???"

This is the rare, if not unprecedented, case where I should have been paranoid.

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Like I said before, I don't think anybody else is as bothered, as insulted, about this promotion as I am.  I think they should be.  I think people, especially the other people in the room who were not promoted, should be fucking up in arms about this, so mad that they can't get their thoughts straight.

I can't get my thoughts straight.  But I'll try.

Let me start off by emphasizing this: It's not about Her.  Well, it's not specifically about Her.  She is the manifestation of a process that's gone absolutely fucking screwy, a breach of protocol that I thought was sacred in all my years of scoring and should still be sacrosanct.  I don't know her, so I don't want to cast aspersions about someone I don't really know (although I still think she remains a bit cold to me, but I am now back to petty sniping).  She could be an absolute angel and I still don't think she should get this job.

My problem is the decision to select a few people who were in the same level as me and then telling them, "Yeah, you get a promotion and a raise and you get to lord over all the people you were once learning this stuff with."  Yeah, let's start my grievances with that.  You cannot tell me that over the course of, what, 2 1/2 weeks these three people (there were three people that suddenly were "called up" to this position) have achieved such mastery over this question that they can tell the rest of us what's going on.  Therefore, as good as she or the other two might be with this, I cannot and will not recognize their legitimacy in their new jobs.  If you think they would do a good job with this project, call them up next year.  Not this year.  Because I cannot and will not respect their authority now.

Another thing: I have done their job once, and it's stressful as fuck.  There is so much more to prepare for when doing such a job, and there is a bunch of administrative work that has to be done that I liken to cleaning up after the parade horses shit through a parade.  You need time to understand and process all of that, and to talk to your supervisors, and other people who will work with you.  Do these three know all the ins and outs of the answers?  Have they gotten into agreement amongst themselves about how to score the particular nuances and any weird tendencies these kids are exhibiting?  Do they even know how to work the new damn programs they will have to use now that they've been promoted?  It's not rocket science, sure.  But I had two or three days to figure out what I needed to do in my brand new job and I had time to ask questions from my new co-workers and supervisor before the project began.  Two, three days -- that's all I ask for full credibility in my mind.  Instead, these three are being thrown into the deep end of the ocean, and I'm sorry, I don't care how good they might be coping or how well they're picking things up.  You cannot convince me they will do as good a job as they would have if they were properly trained before this whole goddamn thing began.  And I'm not going to be a part of such a mess.

But what I guess pisses me off most about all of this are the messages that this move sends.  The optics of doing this absolutely suck.  If they think somebody can be experts about this question to the point they can supervise others in the span of just 2 1/2 weeks, then they're saying that what they're doing is a half-ass operation and they'll call up anybody with half a brain to be a supervisor.  Again, this isn't brain surgery.  But these test scoring projects, and the protocol I had been following for the past six seasons, had things you had to do and had to not do.  This place had standards.  And just calling somebody up out of the blue and assuming that I and other people will recognize their authority even though we were in the same goddamn boat as we were on Day One is an utter perversion of those standards.

The higher-ups could say something to the effect of, "Who cares as long as the job gets done?"  If that's the case, why in the hell are there supervisors at the beginning of these projects at all?  Let's just wait a week, find somebody who's fast and right, and just hire them on the spot!  They'd be saving a hell of a lot of money on training on the front end.  Of course, if you're saying that any dumb shit could do this, the message you're sending then is that you don't care about the integrity of this project even though you say you do.

Also, I don't think I'm alone in being blindsided that scoring scrubs were suddenly graduated to supervisors.  (I might be the only livid person, though; that's the difference.)  How come they were selected for these new responsibilities -- and, by the way, for the raise that goes along with it?  If I knew that people were going to be promoted soon after the project began, I (and I might be outing myself here) would have worked harder to get noticed and possibly tapped for this job myself.  And I think others would have been more motivated to do the same.  The company seemed to have hid this from us.  And I really don't like shit that's hidden from us.

Finally, and most important of all, promoting from within on the fly like this is divisive.  Fuck merit -- I do not appreciate being minded over my shoulder by someone with whom I was standing side-by-side.  Why do they get more money and we don't?  Why are they entrusted with more responsibilities and we aren't?  Why do we have to hit production targets and they don't?  How does it look that people get to supervise other people for something as important as tests after just 13 days?  And if this is just a way to stoke competition and thus increase production, well, that sucks because all you're doing is sowing resentment, confusion and humiliation ... and I'm feeling all of that right now.  This isn't fucking Thunderdome.  We're supposed to be on the same goddamn team.

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OK, I've been trying to avoid an excuse that might be raised against me: Seniority.  Simply, that I'm bitching about this because I was passed over for someone who (if I'm right) has been at this place for fewer years than I.

That's not the case.  Or at least I hope that's not the case.  The third new called-up deputy has been at this company for longer than I have.  I think, in fact, he's worked on this project before.  And I would like to think that even if I was working under him, he would have zero credibility to look over my numbers like this supervisor has zero credibility to look over my numbers.  This old vet still is forced to get up to speed on his administrative duties while in the middle of the project, and he still had to go through the same training for this like the rest of us did (otherwise, why can't anybody just be deputized into this role?  Shit, why can't I be deputized into this role?).  Anybody who goes from entry grunt to supervisor in the same project, in my not-so-humble opinion, is someone who doesn't deserve my respect in that capacity of supervisor, no matter how much seniority he or she may have with the company.

Saying that, I have to say that something I see every day makes my blood boil.  It's bad enough that I basically replied to this woman showing me my numbers with a look akin to, "Who are you judge me?!  I've been at this shit longer than you have!!"  I admit that I am relying on my years of service to this company when I look at her with such contempt.  But it's more than that.  Now she has these administrative duties that get her and these other two dudes doing extra stuff, stuff such as going up to the printer, bringing this binder out the door, and, presumably, going to this company's back office.

The young dude who was promoted has a tic.  I noticed that at certain times of the day, he would get up and use the bathroom, where he would be for about 15 minutes before coming back.  Three times a day, each at pretty much at the same time.  You know what?  I don't know why I volunteered this information; this has no bearing as to why I find his promotion to be illegitimate.

Anyway, I remember being an equal to this guy, and to this woman, as we literally were on the same row.  It was the front row -- right where the printer and the binder and the front door to the back office are.  So I get a front row seat every single time this whippersnapper woman or this young dude or the old vet exercise their new-found responsibilities and grab a printout or the important binder as they leave.  Every.  Single.  Time.  And all I can think of is how goddamn unfair it is that they suddenly got a raise and a guy like me, someone who has just done his job for six years, doesn't.  I am so blinded with rage whenever I see them walk up to the front that I lose my train of thought and have to re-read the essay I'm on.

Moreover, if I am right and that these two young guns are in their first season scoring tests, that means that I have been passed over for supposedly important duties by two people who not only haven't worked on this project ever before but haven't worked with this company ever before.  I have never been in this back office!  Where the fuck is this back office?!  Why can't I take a peek inside this back office??  Meanwhile, these two fucking n00bs get the keys to the kingdom because their numbers over a 2 1/2-week sample size are good?  What kind of an amateur shitshow is this?

My visceral reaction to this, the reason I erupt with anger, may be because it looks like I've been passed over.  I give you that it looks bad.  But I swear my real issues have nothing to do with seniority.  This simply is not the right thing to do.

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Maybe I'm overreacting.  I will allow the possibility, however remote, that there is some rational explanation to all of this, even though I can't think of one.  Maybe they really didn't want to do this, but they needed to promote people.  Maybe these three guys were going to be supervisors all along and were just being groomed to start off.  Maybe we're all going to be supervisors at some point, fuck if I know.  But here's the deal -- no one has told me, or anyone else, about why people have suddenly become kicked up to supervisors over other people who are doing as good of a job.  I have never seen people called up in-project in my six years of working there.  If this is a special case, somebody has to communicate just what the fuck is going on.  Where is the transparency?  Where is keeping people abreast of all the changes that are happening?  Because what I see is somebody who should be at her fucking work desk, where she started, like I still am, who now has some ordained authority over me.  And I'm supposed to just accept that?  Fuck that.  I don't like that.  At.  All.

I am so offended by seeing people being placed above other people without any reason that, as soon as I had free time, I called my temp agency and asked if they had any jobs open.  I can't stay in a situation like this.  I won't be forced to knuckle under a half-ass operation where people are given jobs that not only are not deserved, but should not have been offered in the first place.  This insults everything I knew this company to be, so much so that I think I am going to leave.

I am sad.  I like it there.  The commute's good, all of the people (well, most of the people) there I like, they seem to like me, I can come in dressed however I want, etc.  But I didn't sign up for this cock-up.  And if this is how things are going to be now, well, I am going to be a pissy little bitch about it and walk away.  I have principles, and they were thoroughly violated the moment I realized that woman, that rookie, has now become my fucking boss.  At the end of the day, I have got to look at myself in the mirror and be OK with the person staring back at me.  I can't look back at myself now.  I can after I either get out of this very uncomfortable position.

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I changed my subheading to the above -- "Remember that after a Friday evening must always come a Sunday night" -- Friday evening.  I knew that even though I could decompress and get away from all this bullshit for two days (and get a good handjob at this party that evening), the weekend will be over and I'll have to face all my problems again.

And so, as I write this late on a Sunday night, I am very depressed.  It's a different type of depression from the other times I say I am depressed.  I don't necessarily feel screwed.  I didn't get screwed out of a job because I didn't know there was a job to get screwed out of.  (Plus, like I said, I am not necessarily angry that she got this job ... no one should get this job once the project gets underway.  There should be no job like this offered after the project gets started.  That's what I'm trying to say!)  However, I am very upset that what was a good and safe atmosphere for me is suddenly not.  I can imagine that a place where I felt comfortable has become one that feels hostile, cold and uncaring.

This takes me back to my days as a supervisor at the flu biller place in 2014-5; I dreaded waking up, dragging my ass out of bed and going into that fucking disaster every morning, and now I am reliving that here.  Funny how one moment changes your perception of a workplace you grew accustomed to.  (By the way, I want to note the big difference that in the flu biller place I actually had credibility as a supervisor because I had done it for two years prior and I prepared myself a month before all my employees were hired.  These three new hires definitely were not.  I wasn't the greatest supervisor, far from it, but don't you ever fucking tell me I didn't pay my dues.)

Look, I can tolerate a lot.  But every person has a breaking point.  This one is mine.  I am depressed because I never thought that this company would do something so stupid that it would turn into a breaking point for me.

So now I have to get the fuck out, and I'm scared that I can't find a way out.  Unemployment is not the answer -- that's even worse than staying here.  So I am praying to Buddha and God and Allah and every deity above that I find something else that's close enough in pay and length of work to this project.  I'll be spraying the want ads with my resume hoping to something else.  I just have to find one.

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Thanks for listening.  I hope you understand what I'm going through.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 4 (Sunday)

Record, Round 4 (Saturday): 2-0
Total Outlay, Round 4 (Saturday): $150.00
Total Winnings, Round 4 (Saturday): $286.36
Gain: $136.36

Overall Record: 25-32
Overall Loss: $66.93

Honestly, I didn't think I would get both Anti-Picks.  I had thought of Oklahoma all the way to the Final Four, but I thought that the Sooners were only a one-man band, and a defensively superior club would stop Buddy Hield and thus the team.  Yet I didn't really trust Oregon, especially on the defensive end.  That's why I thought they would lose to Cincinnati in Round 2.  Add that Oklahoma was only a one-point dog, and I thought I would give the Sooners a flier.  Meanwhile, both Kansas and Villanova were great defensive teams, and I assumed that they would play great, which means that it would be a grinder of a game, which means take the Under.  I only wish I parlayed the two.

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Still, I'm in the red, and I want to get positive as soon as possible.  But of the two games, I only have confidence in wagering on one:

1) Syracuse +8 (I don't know how in the hell the Orange, considered a bubble team for this Big Dance, got this far.  What I feel is that their 2-3 zone is going to bog down a Cavaliers team that finally found its offense this year.  I'm not saying Syracuse will win, but I guess I feel more faith that Jim Boeheim will find a way to keep this close) $100

Win this and I'm back in the black.  Good luck!


Saturday, March 26, 2016

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 4 (Saturday)

Record, Round 4: 3-5
Total Outlay, Round 4: $750.00
Total Winnings, Round 4: $477.27
Loss, Round 4: $272.73

Overall Record: 23-32
Overall Loss: $203.29

For all the carnage that happened on the first Friday of #MarchMadness, the chalk has been drawn everywhere ever since.  None of my underdog plays won in Round 3; the only wagers I won were on favorites Oregon and Virginia, and the over on the Tar Heels-Hoosiers contest.

Losing Wisconsin hurts.  A lot.  Hurts even more that they had a one-point lead late but essentially pissed down their legs on a pair of turnovers.  Didn't think an upperclassmen-laden squad like the Badgers would lose their cool -- and to a defensively inefficient team like Notre Dame at that -- but they did, and that cost me a $200 single wager and what would have been a glorious three-leg parlay win.

But now I'm down two bills.  And I don't exactly know what to do.

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When everything's gone to shit and your money bankroll has turned into money debt, where do you go, and what do you do?

1) Oklahoma +1 $50

2) Kansas-Villanova Under 145.5 $100

Baby steps for this one.  Good luck!

Friday, March 25, 2016

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

Positive Numbers: Gopher women's hockey (Re-Entry!).


Well, the Wild might not make the playoffs, the Twins and Timberwolves still seem to be a year away, and the Vikings will have to overcome Blair Walsh's boner in that Wild Card game.  Yet when it comes to local sports success, when it comes to local sports domination, you have to look up to Ridder Arena, where the Golden Gopher women's hockey team has just won their sixth NCAA national championship Sunday by beating previously undefeated Boston College, 3-1.  (Well, I guess you can go to Target Center and admire the Lynx, too, but they've won only three titles in five years to this team's four-in-five.  You do the math.)

The most impressive thing about this year's title is that this team had way more tribulations than editions past.  They lost out to Wisconsin for both the WCHA regular season and tournament titles, and was only seeded third in the eight-team NCAA tourney.  It seemed fitting that the Gophers and  Badgers would go to Overtime of the semifinals of the NCAA tournament, but thank God for Sarah Potomak for, um, badgering the Badger Defenseman, stealing the puck in the U.'s offensive zone and deking successfully for the 3-2 win.



Potomak was named USCHO's Rookie Of The Year, and after scoring the opening goal in the title game just 13 seconds in and assisting on Amanda Kessel's game-winning slap shot, she was named Most Outstanding Player for the Frozen Four.  Accomplished soldiers like Kessel, Hanna Brandt and Amanda Leveille leave here with three NCAA titles in their college career, but if there are more like Potomak (who, by the way, isn't One Of Us; she's from British Colombia), the Circle Of Life keeps going with this program.

And I really didn't think they'd be able to pull it off.  How foolish of me not to believe.  Congratulations to the team!!!

#0: Wild (Last Week: -7).  OK.  I admit I buried this team this time last week.  I didn't think a return to good form was in this current collection of combative competitors.  But looky-here; in a very busy screening week, the franchise won all four of their games, thereby leaping back in front of Colorado for the eighth and final playoff spot in the West.  Those victories include a Shootout win over Chicago (a team they're undefeated against this year, which is weird) and a close 2-1 win over Los Angeles where Devan Dubnyk basically stole that game for his team.

If this keeps up, these guys will play ... gulp ... The Team That Was Stolen From Us in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs.  There will be blood ... in the stands.  And hopefully it's spilling from Bastard North Stars fans.  If that happens, of course.

There are seven games left in the regular season, but none may be more important than the first one: At Colorado.  They then come back home to play Chicago (again) and Ottawa, the team that tied them late in regulation and then beat them again late in OT.

#-1: Gopher softball (Last Week: -2).  It appears as though the Tulsa Golden Hurricane has got the U.'s number.  Just four days after beating the Golden Gophers, they played the opener of the Rock Chalk Challenge in Lawrence, Kan., and not did they beat them again, they mercy-ruled them 10-1 in five innings.  And I don't think that team's even ranked.  Sheesh.  But Minnesota did bounce back with double-up wins over Kansas (4-2) and Missouri-Kansas City (2-1).

They finish off the "preseason" with a record of 19-9 and still ranked (at 22nd) in the polls.  They now begin conference play with back-to-back weekends on the road, starting with Purdue with three beginning this (Friday) afternoon.

#-2: Timberwolves (Last Week: -1).  The Maturation Of The Woofie Dogs continues apace and successfully, even though they suffered a 1-2 screening week.  They lost in Houston, but kept it to 116-111.  They then had to fly back to host Golden State ... and they stood toe-to-toe with the defending champs.  In fact, they had plenty of chances to win before succumbing to The Borg Of The NBA, by the team's second consecutive five-point loss, 109-104.  They could have won, but the fact that the young'uns, led by Karl-Anthony Towns and Zach LaVine, didn't back down is something for them to look back on as an important path to the resurrection of this squad.  And they then followed that up by defeating Sacramento at Target, 113-104, after the club erupted in the fourth quarter to put the game away.

Note that I left out Andrew Wiggins up there.  With Towns demonstrating that he has already mastered much of the NBA, it's obvious that he is the one the franchise needs to build around, not Wiggins.  This piece on online city blog MinnPost details the still-long path that a chronically underachieving organization has to convince its fans it knows how to walk.  It's not going to be easy even if they do make the right choices.  But speaking of that, here is one unpopular one: Move Wiggins.  Yep, move him for a draft pick either this year or next.  Robson points out in his story that Wiggins has mysteriously plateaued, especially on the defensive side.  If this is his ceiling, would it be prudent to just cut him loose right now?  Maybe LaVine could be the Pippen to Towns's Jordan.  Maybe it should be this way.

This week: At Washington before a three-game homestand vs. Utah, Phoenix and the Clippers.

#-3: Gopher baseball (Last Week: -4).  Lost two-of-three at Utah Valley.  That the Goofs lost two-of-three to a university that I don't think played top-flight sports until the turn of the millennium, and may not have been a college at all until relatively recently, is a smack in the face.  But they did play their first game at Siebert Field Tuesday, where they crushed Augsburg.  They're back on the road for the final time in non-con to play at 23rd-ranked Missouri State this weekend.

#-Infinity (tie): Gopher men's hockey and wrestling (Last Week, respectively: -3 and -5).  Well, yet another two male sports in Dinkytown end their seasons prematurely and quietly.

I was at the B1G men's hockey tournament final at Xcel Saturday, although not too many else were.  The Goofers weren't bad, and I felt that going up against a Michigan club that had little to play for, maybe Minnesota would be good enough to get the win and the auto-bid to the NCAA Tournament that went along with it.  However, the Wolverines have what I had heard was a dangerous first line of JT Compher, Kyle Connor and Tyler Motte.  Those three have been scoring at will all season to the point where all three players are Hobey Baker Award finalists.  I was worried that the young, raw, and maybe shitty Gophers team still couldn't beat a Michigan squad playing at, oh, 75% effort.

They didn't.  Minnesota made it a game.  After Michigan scored to make it 2-0 a guy behind me yelled, "Game over."  I thought so too, but instead the U. came back with three goals to take the lead heading into the third period.  Unfortunately, the Compher-Connor-Motte line, which was on the ice for both Wolverines goals, attacked again, figuring into the three tallies in that final period (where Michigan has been phenomenal; geez, why didn't I pick them to win the tournament in both of my brackets?) to give Michigan the 5-3 win and making sure that, once again, the Big Ten remains a one-bid conference.  (#B1GMistake indeed, but that subject is for another time.)

I revisited that hit piece by Cory Zurowski of City Pages, and although I'm still convinced getting Don Lucia fired gives him a hard-on, what he wrote was very, very fair and honest.  The heat is on now for Lucia, especially since Wisconsin fired their Head Coach, Mike Eaves, after horrible back-to-back seasons (even worse than the one Lucia suffered through), and Eaves actually won a national championship more recently than Lucia has (2006 as opposed to 2002 and 2003).  Look, Lucia is still a legend, and I know he has one year.  But the weakness and laziness in talent, plus the annual defections of the team's top players, will not make his job any easier, even in a weak low-major like the B1G.

Meanwhile, since wrestling is a non-revenue sport, J Robinson is going to stay with Minnesota until he says it's time for him to leave.  He'd better clean up the abortion that was his season, though.  No titles in the NCAAs at Madison Square Garden last weekend.  In fact, the Golden Goofers finished ... I can't believe this ... in 17th place.  How in the fuck does a rich program like Minnesota finished like that shit?  Youth?  Inexperience?  Injury?  Meanwhile, Penn St. wins the whole fucking thing again; can't see that team taking a powder for one year, can you?

Look, I highly doubt this is going to be the first of many years of precipitous decline for the U.  Maybe.  Last year I was horrified that the volleyball team failed to reach the tournament for the first time in, like, 17 years.  But it turns out that Head Coach Hugh McCutcheon was breaking some young players in and waiting for depth to improve.  That bad season turned into a Final Four year for the U., and I think they'll be a contender again next year.  I hope to Buddha and God above that's the plan for this program and that they'll be back with a vengeance next year.  Because what they suffered through this year is fucking depressing.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 3

OK, first things first:

Record, Round 1: 14-9
Total Outlay, Round 1: $1,750.00
Total Winnings, Round 1: $2,607.95
Gain, Round 1: $857.95

Record, Round 2 (Saturday): 0-6
Total Outlay, Round 2 (Saturday): $425.00
Total Winnings, Round 2 (Saturday): $0
Loss, Round 2 (Saturday): $425.00

Record, Round 2 (Sunday): 6-12
Total Outlay, Round 2 (Sunday): $1,550.00
Total Winnings, Round 2 (Sunday): $1,186.49
Loss, Round 2 (Sunday): $363.51

Overall Record: 20-27
Overall Gain: $69.44

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OK, I see what I did wrong there.  I assumed that I did awful in Round 1, so I overcompensated ... not by whipping it out on Saturday, but by blowing my wad on Sunday.  There was so much carnage on Friday's Round 1 (2-seed Michigan St., 3-seed West Virginia and 4-seed Cal all lost on the same day, the first time a 2-, a 3- and a 4- have all been eliminated in said way), that led me to believe that that roll would continue Sunday, and so I tripled the number of my Anti-Picks compared to Saturday.

Those Sunday upsets did not come through, however.  There was only one upset by seed, Wisconsin over Xavier, and luckily I got that both Against The Spread and Moneyline, but the rest were all misses, and so that's why I wound up being so bad.  Though not as bad as Saturday; I swung and missed on the meager sextet of hypothetical wagers then.  That's why I was so damn lucky that the first round this year was so rife with upsets.  Not only did I not lose my shirt in the first round, I did resoundingly well -- so well, in fact, that it more than made up for the shit day I had Saturday and the wild losses I committed myself to on Sunday.  Of course, if I had the time to tabulate how well I did in Round 1 (including nailing the Stephen F. Austin/VCU parlay) I would have pulled the reins for Round 2.  Still to be better in the black than in the red.

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By the way, even though I lost on nearly all the underdogs, a lot of them came close: SFA, VCU, St. Joseph's ... and Northern Iowa.  Which I have to tell you a quick story about.  Even though I Anti-Picked the Panthers, I have Texas A&M in this pool I annually enter as one of my Final Four picks.  My bracket, just like everyone else's, has gone to shit.  And really, that 1-2-3 sucker punch I suffered Friday has soured me for this tournament and, I'll come out and say it, for the tournament in general.  Like, I hate #MarchMadness now -- more like #MarchSadness.  I didn't feel the masochistic thrill of seeing Cinderella defeat David, and I was not happy to once again be wrong with more than half of my picks, be they dogs, favorites, buzzer-beaters, blowouts, what have you.  I'm pissed, righteously so, and I think this is the first time I really thought, "Why the hell am I betting on this if I always lose?  I'm over this bullshit."

I was at the Urban Bean Sunday night listening to Northern Iowa slapping dick-smacking A&M on satellite radio.  There was no way I was going to win anything this year, and I got so disgusted I said "Fuck this" and listened to music on SiriusXM the rest of my night at the coffeehouse.  And I was so depressed and bitter that I swore off looking at any sports websites like ESPN, or the sports segments on the local news, or even the Facebook status updates of my sports-leaning friends, until Wednesday night when I had to post my Anti-Picks for the Sweet 16.  Maybe by then, I thought, I would be able to swallow the Aggies loss and just deal.

Well, I'll say this: I checked Facebook one last time and say one of my friends, who was gambling in Reno, Nev. last weekend, that Texas A&M actually finished the second half on a 14-2 run to erase the debt at which I turned off the game and force Overtime.  I told my friend, "They're gonna lose" because that's just my luck.  Well, I had heard rumblings up to now, but only now did I discover that the Aggies actually won the fucking game.  Oh, they WON?!?!?!  So ... yay, me ... ! ... ?

So, you think I need to apologize?  I don't think I do.  I mean, I have a right to be bitter, no?

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Should I pick Texas A&M this time?

1) Miami +4 $50

2) Oregon -3 $100

3) Texas A&M +2 1/2 $100

4) Texas A&M M/L +130 $50

5) North Carolina-Indiana Over 158.5 $50

6) Wisconsin +1 $200

7) Virginia -5 $100

8) Wisconsin M/L +18 $100

9) Parlay 2), 6) and 7); they're the ones with, respectively, Duke, Notre Dame and Iowa St. for opponents.  All three hover are, respectively, 109th, 172nd and 94th in Ken Pomeroy's Defensive Efficiency category.  They've got to go down this round, right?  Parlay them for $50.

Good luck!

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

It's The Thought That Counts, Right?

Spitting this out real quick -- I'm a little disappointed in my room for not being more enthusiastic about the donuts.

I always do this when I'm working somewhere.  Well, maybe not everywhere, but often I buy treats for the people I work with.  I've done it once before with this room, and even though they ate all the Godiva chocolates, I was kind of surprised that it took what probably were the leaders on the project to take the last ones that day.  Thought it would've been gone by afternoon break.

That should have told me something; maybe these people don't like treats, or free food, or the concept of generosity, or me.  Nevertheless, I went through my usual routine of buying donuts once a project.  I even woke up at a quarter after 6 to take the trek to south Minneapolis and what may be The Best Place For Donuts In The Twin Cities, fearful of the snowstorm that never came (more on that later), in order to present the room with three dozen of those badboys, in four basic but wonderful varieties.

And at first there were people coming up to the box to get them.  But that was it.  Maybe they were waiting for morning break, or maybe they didn't know those donuts were for them (stupid theory, I know).  But I didn't see much of a rush to the table, no, "Ooh-ooh-ooh, fuckin' donuts!"  I saw people get them, including the hot chick who sits across the aisle from me.  (Man, I want to impress her so bad, but she didn't even say thanks to me!)  However, we didn't run out of donuts in the afternoon.

In fact, in the few times I used the excuse of going to the bathroom in order to fly by the box, I estimated that there were more than a dozen, more than one-third, of the donuts I had so magnanimously bought for the room by afternoon break.  In particular, only one of the nine powdered donuts were taken.  The ones with the sprinkles were all gone, as were all but one of the chocolate glazed.  (Half of the cinnamon sugar were still there, which surprises me because I heard that those donuts are the best ones this bakery makes.  They sure smelled good!)  But the powdered ones are always the ones people like best, because it's the one that has all the powder!  But no dice.

Weird.  Are these people insular?  Are they assholes?  Or maybe they're just not into donuts.  I sometimes wonder if it's the type of treat that repels people.  Maybe it's passé to buy fattening, not-good-for-you treats for your co-workers.  Perhaps these guys are on health kicks and that if I, like, get a fruit bouquet from Edible Arrangements they would go like hotcakes, to mix food and food analogies.

So, not being a fan of wasting food done really well, I announced to the room that I would be moving all the donuts to the building-wide break room before afternoon break.  That way I'm sure any of the workers there would grab the remaining donuts -- which, after I took a cinnamon sugar and a powdered, came out to a baker's dozen.  Thirteen left over?!  I thought people loved donuts!

That's when the stampede I expected happened, sort of.  As I began to put all the plates and napkins into the leftover box, one person took the last chocolate glaze.  Then another lady grabbed a donut.  Then people in the back motioned for me to bring the box to them.  One guy took two, another cute chick took one.  I was announcing "Last call!" to the entire room on my way out.  That got it down to eight donuts left, and once I whipped around to the break room an hour after I placed the rest of the donuts on the table for both break rushes to come through, they were long gone.  So at least someone enjoyed them.

Still, everybody thanked me for bringing the donuts, probably even the ones that didn't want any.  Guess that's good, and as long as the donuts were all taken, I can't really complain.  But still, I find it kind of funny that so many people didn't want an extremely tasty donut for free.  Guess I am a little bit offended.  A little bit.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Goddammit, Is It Going To Snow Or Not?

I don't think I've seen as much self-pitying drama from meteorologists about forecasting something as I have in the past 24 hours or so regarding what could be a huge March blizzard.  And it's pissing me off.

There is a storm coming tomorrow.  It's supposed to start mid-morning, intensify through afternoon rush hour, and then taper off after dark.  How much, however, depends on where this storm will track.  And where this storm will track, apparently, still hasn't been quite figured out yet.

That has left the weathermen I've seen on TV and heard on the radio comfuzzled.  There should be more "agreement" on the "models," I guess they're saying.  But it hasn't come through yet.  It should by now, less than a day before it's supposed to hit.  But it's not, and I think they're about to commit suicide over it.

So am I.  Fuck, I don't like blizzards at any point of the year, but I think I speak for all Minnesotans when I say that, even with the relatively mild winter we had, it is past St. Patrick's Day, so I think we're done with this snow shit.  Never mind that we average more than ten inches in March -- we don't need it.  Add to it that, because the guy from Minnesota Public Radio Monday morning pooh-poohed initial pessimistic forecasts of the storm and thought it would miss the Twin Cities to the south completely, I decided to go ahead with my plans to buy the room donuts tomorrow morning.  It looks like all the "models" don't see the storm hitting for morning rush, so I'll be fine driving around the whole metro area regardless.  But it would still be nice to know what we'll be facing tomorrow -- a shovel perhaps?  Maybe trying to get the snowplow to work again?  Or is it just time for the umbrella?  Or nothing at all?

The computer that's acting like Minority Report seems to be the "European" model, the only holdover that consistently is saying that the storm will track to the south.  (All of the models, BTW, are saying that southern Minnesota, particularly the places alongside I-90, are going to take it in the shorts -- again.  The winter for those guys down there has been absolutely fucking awful.)  Many of the others think that the worst of the storm will hit us here instead, meaning that we're facing between half a foot and a whole foot of snow tomorrow.  My pessimistic ass made me believe that the European model would then get new information some time today or even tomorrow morning and it'll basically say, "Whoops!  Yep, you guys are right -- the Twin Cities is fucked."  But it didn't happen today.  In fact, the guy on Channel 9 tonight just said that the European is in fact doubling down on its prediction that we are getting no snow at all.

That would be great -- could you tell the other people to say the same thing?  They're not.  Those meteorologists are saying that the Twin Cities will be on the northern edge of the storm, and that there will be a sharp cutoff right through the heart of the area.  The southern suburbs, they say, will get hit hard, while the northern suburbs might not get any snow at all.  A difference of four, five, even six inches going from north to south.

OK, couple things.  They all give the caveat that this "cutoff line" might wiggle north or south.  Knowing my bad luck, it'll wiggle north and, like that fucking snowstorm we had for Groundhog's Day, it'll be even worse than the late models said it would be.  (By the way, we didn't get six inches then; we got about 9 1/2 because the storm tugged even further north.  I thought this was supposed to be an El Niño winter!!!)  The other thing is, what do they mean by "northern suburbs" and "southern suburbs?"  I live smack dab in the middle, so I usually just average out the forecast that the metro area is supposed to get.  But I work, right now, in the western suburbs, but not past the loop.  Is that, then, really the "western suburbs?"  And when they mean "southern suburbs," do they mean, like, Bloomington, where the Mall of America and the airport are?  Or do they mean Woodbury, or Lakeville, or Hastings, or hell, Albert Lea?  I don't know what south means, because I kind of want to know at what city in this storm do all the weatherpeople believe it's going be bad.  From there I'll just extrapolate and guess how many inches we're going to get here.

Man, I am driving my new car, and I kind of forgot that snow could still fall, heavily at times, in March, thus hastening the rust.  But goddammit, it's going to get irrevocably damaged.

(Late word from Channel 11 that the metro will get accumulating snow and that it won't start until the evening.  Well, will I need to shovel?  Will I be able to shovel before going to bed tomorrow night?)

Monday, March 21, 2016

Geez, They Make Cars Really Efficient These Days

I am trying to make it to Tuesday, aka Double Discount Tuesday, before I completely fill up the tank in my car.  But to do that, I sometimes (well, this happens on occasion -- don't want to say it's rare, but I like to think it isn't uncommon) spill a few bucks in there to tide me over till Tuesday.

Depending on the car, whether it's my old car or my parents' minivan, I might throw in five bucks, I might throw in ten.  But I haven't had to do that for my new car since the fall, so I don't remember.  What I do know is that 1) it's a very small tank and 2) it's a very efficient car.  Also, I really don't want to dish out so much money that my tank becomes half-full by tomorrow.  If that's the case, that's less gasoline I'm getting at a discount.

So, what to do?  Last (Sunday) night I needed to put some in, and I decided to risk it.  I decided to put in four dollars, which, at the current price of $2/gallon, is two gallons.  I wanted to see if I was being too meager or if, actually, I was putting in too much.  To gauge that, I noted that my tank was at three bars.

Once I restarted my car ... well, it wasn't close to half-full, but it was more than quarter-full.  It was eight bars.  Wow -- two gallons, five bars.  That's ... a lot.

Now I want to see how many bars I use before filling it all the way up tomorrow (Tuesday).  I'm now down to six, which means I've already used two.  Guess I had to have filled up.  But could I have gotten away with only putting in one gallon, and paying in two dollars?

Technology is really advanced these days.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

I'm Ashamed To Admit This, But ...

I had a little too much to drink this morning, and I was not well enough to drive, but I drove anyway.

I woke up, with about 4 1/2 hours of sleep (not helped, by the way, by tossing and turning when I went to bed -- damn coffee), to go downtown to watch soccer.  Had only a bloody mary there because I went to Hooters at the Mall Of America to watch the men's hockey selection show and some more EPL.  Had a huge Stella Artois along with some boneless wings and fries.

That's a lot to drink, but I thought I was able to handle it.  It just, well, hit me on my way to the library.  Felt really tired.  Really tired.  It wasn't like the time when I did fall asleep on the road, but it was close.  I don't remember how I got here in one piece to write this.  The only thing I remember while driving in this sleepy state is thinking, "Oh my God, I think I'm going to get into an accident."

I didn't.  But I was so tired that as soon as I parked the car I reclined my chair, took out my sleep mask from the glove compartment, and took a nap.  I feel refreshed now, so I am able to drive home OK.  But damn, I got so lucky this afternoon.

What the hell is wrong with me?

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 2 (Sunday)

Two developments.  One, I quickly checked my picks from yesterday and I'm sure I lost every single goddamn one.  So if I wasn't already in the red, I am now, and if I was in the red, I am now deeply in the red.

I picked a lot of upsets for Saturday, none of them apparently came through.  But because of all the upsets on Friday, that leads to the possibility of more upsets on Sunday.  So, at least according to the Giant Killers blog on ESPN.com, I should pick a lot of upsets for Sunday.  So I will:

1) Iowa +7 $100

2) Stephen F. Austin +1 1/2 $200

3) VCU +7 $150

4) Northern Iowa +6 1/2 $50

5) Middle Tennessee St. +6 1/2 $100

6) Wisconsin +4 1/2 $100

7) Hawai'i +7 $150

8) St. Joseph's +6 1/2 $50

9) Iowa M/L +258 $50

10) Stephen F. Austin M/L +109 $100

11) VCU M/L +252 $75

12) Northern Iowa M/L +245 $25

13) Middle Tennessee St. M/L +246 $50

14) Wisconsin M/L +173 $50

15) Hawai'i M/L +256 $75

16) St. Joseph's M/L +244 $25

17) Parlay 1) with 2), for $150

18) Parlay 11), 12) and 15), for $50

Good luck!

Saturday, March 19, 2016

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 2 (Saturday)

OK, starting this year I am doing something different: For Rounds 2 and 4, the ones where the next round begins the day after the previous round ends, I am going to break down my Anti-Picks in two and give you my wagers only for the games that day.  I am doing this for three reasons:

  1. Doc's Sports, and really all the online oddsmaker sites, are unable to give me new lines for all the games for the entire round before that round begins.  You may understand that, for example, since there were Round 1 games that finished last (Friday) night, they might not have odds between the winners of those games and their next opponents by the time I post my hypothetical bets.  I tried coping, but to no avail.  This is simply easier.
  2. I am busy on the weekends, and I don't have time to blog as close to the opening tip of the first game of the new round every single time I need to do so.  This (Saturday) morning, for example, I plan on waking up early and watching EPL games in downtown Minneapolis, then swing over for overtime work at the test scoring place.  By the time I'm done, it'll be the mid-afternoon and games for Round 2 would have already begun.  Plus, I'll be tired when I get home and won't be in the mood to blog.
  3. Oh, and speaking of being tired ... I'm actually really fucking sick and tired of the tournament now.  I had a fucked-up Friday -- 9-7, including the last three chronological games (including Texas losing on a buzzer-beater and Cincinnati's last make being overturned after instant replay showed the guy still had contact with the ball at the gun -- for fuck's sake, man, why couldn't you just fucking lay it in?!?!?!).  I have now lost three of my Last Eight, the Bearcats, Purdue, and, of course, Michigan St.  I guess I'm just not in a mood to keep doing what I've been doing with the Anti-Picks.
Oh, I'm making one other change: I won't be compiling my results round-by-round.  Now I am going to just throw out my wagers and, once the whole tourney is done, go back and check my record.  This is mostly because I am tired and don't have time to do that.  Of course, I might not have time to do it later, either.

You know what?  I kind of take back what I said.  I need to know where I stand in terms of money won or lost, so if I can I am going to compile my win/loss total before the championship game on that Monday.  That way I know where I stand and wager the amount of money I need to end the Big Dance in the black, if need be.

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1) Wichita St. -2 $50

2) Yale +6 1/2 $100

3) Kentucky-Indiana Over 155 $50

4) Arkansas-Little Rock +6 1/2 $100

5) Yale M/L +226 $50

6) Christ ... parlay 1) through 4), for $75

Good luck!

Friday, March 18, 2016

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Timberwolves (Last Week: -4).  You know what?  I think this team is getting it.  Unlike the other winter pro team, which came in with expectations and have severely underachieved, the Woofie Dogs are going in the exact opposite direction and trajectory.

They just completed their Best Screening Week In A Long Time.  They squeaked past Western Conference contender Oklahoma City 99-96, just got nipped by Phoenix (yeah, they suck, that's true) 107-104, then held on the beat Memphis 114-108.  The most impressive fact about this trio of games: They were all on the road.

Is there an explanation?  Well, as the Strib's Michael Rand pointed out (I think in Thursday's paper), they have become an excellent offensive team in the second half of the season.  That coincided with a move a lot of people thought was a long time in coming -- stop making Zach LaVine a Point Guard and move him to Shooting Guard exclusively.  Since then he has been a dynamo on the offensive glass and the team has become very efficient when they have the ball.  This is a problem solved, and that has resulted in wins at some very tough teams.

The road trip isn't quite over; Target Center is occupied this weekend for the National Collegiate Hockey Conference Frozen Faceoff (today's session of which I plan on going to after work), so they have one more roadie to play against Houston Friday.  They then host The Defending NBA Champion Golden State Warriors Monday and Not The Defending NBA Champion Sacramento Kings Wednesday.

#-2: Gopher softball (Last Week: -1).  I may have missed this, although I am open to the possibility that the team just threw in a couple extra midweek games, but after their appearance in the Florida Atlantic Tournament (where they went 3-2, dropping games against powerhouses Robert Morris and Mercer), they stopped over at Oklahoma to play single games at Tulsa Tuesday and at Oklahoma Wednesday.  It was a split, although possibly a net positive for the Golden Gophers: They lost to the Golden Hurricane 6-4 but beat the Sooners -- excuse me, the 13th-ranked Sooners -- 12-10 in eight innings.  The lead changed hands eight times during the course of the contest.  They should be one of those "good wins" the NCAA Committee looks for come tournament time.

Oh, I should add that Sara Groenewegen threw her first-ever Perfect Game in a 1-0 win over the host Owls Saturday evening.  Those single, dirty old men looking for another youthful female figure to lust over at Dinkytown and worried now that Rachel Banham is about to shuffle off-campus, well, you've got "Groan."

This week brings the final tournament of the 2016 season, the Rock Chalk Challenge from, you guessed it, Lawrence, Kan.  They play the host Jayhawks (as well as Missouri-Kansas City and Tulsa ... wait, didn't the team just lose to Tulsa on Tuesday??), but play Saint Louis this (Friday) and Saturday morning.

#-3: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -3).  This team ... I don't know what to do with them.  They needed one win, one single goddamn win, to sew up the Big Ten regular season title.  And they were doing it against Wisconsin, the worst team in the league.  But then they lost the Friday game 4-3 before finally claiming the crown Saturday with a decisive 4-1 victory.

And yet, it still doesn't matter.  Not like the PairWise was magically going to tilt in the U.'s favor, but they remain on the outside looking in in the NCAA's carefully crafted metric to objectively decide which teams receive at-large bids.  So it remains title-or-bust for the Goofers (led by this week's Second Star Of The Week Leon Bristedt and conference Goaltender Of The Year and First Team All-Big Ten Eric Schierhorn), who at least get to play across the river from their home rink at the Xcel Energy Center.  They face Ohio St. tonight (Friday night), and if they win that, it's either Michigan or Penn St. for the bid-claiming title Saturday evening.  Heads-up: I probably will be going to the championship game.

#-4: Gopher baseball (Last Week: -2).  This club was virtually in the city of Seattle the whole week.  They played a game on Friday and Saturday against Seattle U., had to push back their Sunday game until Monday due to weather, then stuck around another day before playing a scheduled game against Seattle U. on Wednesday.  Losing all but the getaway game, then, didn't alleviate the boredom and the changed plans.  Maybe they can turn their fortunes around this weekend playing three vs. Utah Valley?  Hopefully all three games go off as scheduled.

#-5: Gopher wrestling (Last Week: -6).  OK, the NCAA Championships began yesterday (Thursday) at arguably The Most Famous Sports Arena On Planet Earth, Madison Square Garden in New York City.  And, let's see, where are the Golden Gophers ranked after the first of three days ... OK, not at the top ... OK, have to flip to the next page ... ah, there they are -- 30th!  Thirtieth, everybody!!!

(wanking motion)

I have to talk about this team and this abortion of a season next week.

#-6: Gopher women's basketball (Re-Entry!).  This squad isn't here because of their performance in the WNIT.  They got past Wisconsin-Milwaukee Wednesday, but I'm not going to put the team on here because of that tournament.

No, I'm writing about them because of what I noticed in the two local papers earlier this week.  Both the Star Tribune and Pioneer Press released their high school girls' All-Metro (or in the PiPress' case, the All-East Metro) teams.  Look at the blurbs for the players here and here.  Look at where those players are headed for college -- North Carolina, Michigan St., Arizona St., Kansas St., Northwestern, St. John's, George Mason, Minnesota-Duluth, Northern Colorado.  Now, what university do you not see there?

Yeah.  Oh, yeah.  What the fuck is Marlene Stollings doing not putting a fence around the state.  The best of the best in this fair state seemingly can't wait to put enough fucking distance between them and Dinkytown.

Embarrassing.  In fact, of the four Minnesota-born players in the HoopGurlz Recruiting Top 100, none of them are staying in-state.  Why is that?  Is there something we're not privy to?  Well, we're not privy to really good homegrown talent playing for the maroon-and-gold, that's for fucking sure.

#-7: Wild (Last Week: -5).  OK, this may be -- no, this is the week where I and everybody who were fans of the Mild threw their hands up and say, "Fuck this team!"  First, on Tuesday, they were eight seconds -- eight goddamn seconds!!! -- from winning at Ottawa before they let in the game-tying goal.  Then, late in Overtime, they let in the game-winner.  Fuck me.  They gave Mild fans the other side of The Excruciating Loss Spectrum last (Thursday) night when they got shellacked in New Jersey, 7-4.  So it doesn't really fucking matter that they had a convincing 4-1 victory vs. Montreal that started out this weeklong road trip.  They still remain behind Colorado for the eighth and final spot in the Western Conference Playoff race, and they have continually given up games against shitty opponents, not to mention leads, as they continue to remain behind.

There's no denying it now: This team isn't any good.  With the exception of Charlie Coyle, every player has either tapped their peak last season or beginning to show the signs of aging.  The decline of what was supposed to be a promising organization is infuriating.

This week, they have a home-road back-to-back this weekend, namely home to Carolina and then at Chicago.  They then come back to the X for tilts against Los Angeles and Calgary.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

March Madness Anti-Picks, Round 1

Odds courtesy of Doc's Sports:

1) Wichita St. +1 1/2 $100

2) Yale +5 1/2 $100

3) UNC-Wilmington +10 $100

4) USC +2 $100

5) Arkansas-Little Rock +9 $100

6) Iona +8 $100

7) Seton Hall +1 $100

8) Wichita St. M/L +110 $50

9) Yale M/L +186 $50

10) UNC-Wilmington M/L +488 $50

11) Iona M/L +294 $50

12) Seton Hall M/L +108 $50

13) Temple +7 1/2 $100

14) Stephen F. Austin +7 $100

15) VCU -4 1/2 $100

16) Northern Iowa +4 $100

17) Hawai'i +7 $100

18) Temple M/L +284 $50

19) Hawai'i M/L +255 $50

20) Parlay 8) with 12), for $75

21) Parlay 9), 11), 18) and 19), for $25

22) Parlay 14) with 15), for $75

23) Parlay 3), 6), 16) and 17), for $25

Good luck!

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Reason March Madness Sucks Now #3: Who The Hell Are All These People?!

First of all, in my blood-soaked rant about the bastard Play-In Games I forgot to give you my solution.  I think it's obvious, but if it isn't, I'll tell you right now: Lop off the last four at-large invites (the ones playing these "First Four" games) and go back to 64 teams.  The way it was until 2000, when the NCAA froze the number of at-large bids at 34 or something, and since another conference was awarded an automatic bid ushered in a single play-in game between the two worst auto-bid teams, was, like I said, perfect Zen harmony.  No one has this arbitrary extra hoop they need to go through that might be a disadvantage or an advantage, and we can all agree that the Big Dance begins at a quarter past noon Eastern time on Thursday afternoon, where it's been for as long as I've known it -- and where it should always be.  I'm sorry, Wichita St.  You are a darkhorse pick according to a lot of people.  I might advance you a few rounds myself.  But if I had my way, you guys wouldn't even get a sniff.  Your team wouldn't be good enough even for Dayton.  You would be one of the top contenders to win the NIT.  And that is how it should be.

OK, now onto my next gripe about how #MarchMadness has, to me, turned into #MarchSadness, and this is where it starts to get a little complicated, where my complaints manifest themselves in more than one way, and where my gripes fall less under the auspices of the NCAA as it does with the broadcasting side of things, so bear with me as I get even more tongue-tied with this fiasco.

I know that with the possible exception of ESPN's College GameDay, TNT's Inside The NBA may be the best sports studio show in the land.  And the chemistry of Ernie Johnson, Kenny "The Jet" Smith and Charles Barkley remains precious, if not unprecedented, in TV sport.  But does that mean that they have any credibility -- in fact any right -- to be talking about college basketball?

Well, somebody higher up in CBS/Turner thinks so, because as soon as this historic partnership was announced, that entire studio talent was going to analyze March Madness.  And only March Madness.  Remember that they're still covering the NBA.  They'll just saunter over to the college side as soon as it gets good (which is as soon as the field is announced) and begin to drop knowledge on us that obviously translates over to college hoops.

What still infuriates me about this mouth-breather carpetbagging is that people loved and still love this move.  There are fans of Inside The NBA, as well as many sportswriters, who thought this was a stroke of genius.  Instead, we get Barkley struggling to name two players on a team, and studio segments where it's all just E.J. and The Jet busting Sir Charles's balls over being stupid, oftentimes topped off with a Photoshop of Barkley in, like, a baby onesie and a binky.

Look, I don't have cable, so I have seen their show, oh, maybe a dozen times, total.  If people say they have great chemistry laced with powerful insight about the NBA, I'll trust them.  But don't tell me all those (for lack of a better word) HOTT TAKEZZZ!!!! can simply be cut out and placed into coverage of the most important part of the college basketball season seamlessly and without any transplant complications.  It's painfully obvious that Smith and Barkley in particular don't know the goings-on of most if not all of the tournament teams, yet detailed and authoritarian analysis of how players have been playing throughout the season kind of helps back up what you say in your studio show.  This inexperience -- or refusal to bone up on what's really going on in College Basketball Nation -- is an embarrassing hindrance to the coverage of the tournament.

But they're not the only ones.  According to Wikipedia, there will be not one, not two, but three studio hosts for these three weeks.  That actually has been the case since this shit contract began; Greg Gumbel will continue to host from the CBS side while Matt Winer will again mosey on over from NBA TV for a third (and completely worthless) studio show.  They are joined by Barkley, Smith, and six other analysts spread out over these three studio shows.  But for my money, give me Seth Davis, Clark Kellogg and Doug Gottlieb sitting alongside Gumble; they have all been at the CBS studio most if not all weeks following the big teams very closely.  Those guys have actually put in the work.  And those men, and only those men, have the right to talk about the teams at this all-important juncture in a studio show.

Why?  Why in the hell do you need all these people breaking down the teams and games further and further?  Well, it's obvious why.  Turner Sports needs to justify the coin they shelled out for their portion of the tournament, and so they are going to shoehorn their people into CBS's territory even though CBS is the one that has been carrying games every year.  Remember that neither TBS or TNT or truTV carry any college b-ball games until the tournament starts.  I cannot respect any TV organization that they can just waltz in and broadcast the postseason games of a sport when they don't even bother broadcasting any of its regular season games.

But they are.  And starting this year, the title game will be on TBS, too.  Think of the NFL.  You're watching on ESPN, CBS, Fox and NBC, and then you have to go to, like, Gol TV to watch the Super Bowl.  That is what we have to do watch this year's championship game.  Fucking ridiculous.  It was just fine when the title game -- fuck!  All games! -- were on CBS.  But now it's a mess, and now I have to put up with a dozen talking heads screaming at each other when they're not joshing each other.  And to some of these talking heads I'm going, "Who the hell are you and where the hell did you come from?"  Another indication of unnecessary bloat.

Put Johnson and Smith and Barkley back on the NBA where they belong, for crisssake.  Dance with the one who brung you, is all I'm saying.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Another Goddamn Blindside, Courtesy Of My Folks

In and of itself the surprise Mother told me last (Monday) night should not get me all hot.  But given the bullshit I've had to put up with with both of my parental units, I feel like I'm justified in being very upset.  Hell, that's why I set up this blog -- to vent about shit, especially about the shit flung by my parents.

I was at the dealership last (Monday) night, getting an oil change and tire rotate, and also getting a new door handle as part of a recall and, if they did what I asked them to, checking underneath the hood for any lasting effects of putting the new car in storage for 4 1/2 months over the winter.  They got done early -- a full 90 minutes ahead of my schedule, in fact.  I, however, was not, because of a fateful combination of too many things I need to do and a fucking old-ass laptop that was acting up for much of the evening and got bogged down to the point where I got nothing done.

A frustrating lap around the area, where all the fucking local gas stations are pre-pay except for the one where I mocked and ridiculed the shitty employees for being slow and unprofessional, followed my evening at the dealership.  So I wasn't really in the best of moods when I finally got home.  But at least I could finally take off my Doc Martens (letting my toes relax) and take a dump in peace.

Unfortunately, Mother, running up to me a second time since coming home, approached the bathroom, virtually in a panic, after talking probably to My Fucking Father (I heard her phone ring from downstairs), and dropped another bomb on me.  Mother and I discussed going to one of my parents' real estate properties and doing some handywork -- specifically, if I recall correctly, nailing a gutter.  She wanted to do it Sunday, when I had time.  According to Mother, My Fucking Father nixed that idea because he thought their friend could do it instead.  Guess that fell through because we now have to fix this gutter, or something.  Problem is, we need to do it tomorrow because it appears as though a new tenant comes in on Wednesday.

Well, fuck.  I had plans on going to the library to print out KenPom in order to do research on the bracket, and maybe I could type out this letter for Mother to give to her doctor next week, but that's now out the window.  However, Mother thinks that's too late -- she thinks it'll get too dark, even though sunset now comes past 6.  The fuck.  She wants us to go before I head off to work in the morning.  So, I am supposed to wake up at 6 -- in other words, very soon after I finish this blog post off -- and we will do this in the wee hours of the morning.

This is going to be nothing short of a goddamn disaster, I just know it.  First of all, I couldn't hit a nail on the head if the nail's head was the size of Donald Trump's face.  Second of all, I asked Mother, several times, if the only thing we needed to do was nail this gutter back in place.  She said yes ... which means that she'll find another fucking thing we need to work on in the house.  It's inevitable that either this goes wrong or she'll find something else we'll need to do ... you know, "As long as we're here, and if you have time, son."  Finally, it's supposed to rain in the morning, so I'll be drenched if everything somehow manages to go smoothly, and I'll be both drenched and pissed if it doesn't.

But that's not the big thing that angers me about this blindside.  Once again in my life I'm put into ... "this position."  I see Mother running up to me because she needs my help.  (Frantic panicking for shit that she believes needs to be done immediately?  I get that from her.  Mark it down.)  My guess is she's running like a chicken with its head cut off to do this because My Fucking Father dropped a bomb on her and surprised her by saying in that phone call that 1) their friend can't do whatever this fix is and 2) oh yeah, a new tenant's moving in this week.  That's typical of both of them, though what is more insidious is the way My Fucking Father manipulates Mother into doing things for him.

Finally, this bullshit, where I have push all the important things I need to do off the table because the family needs something do, is rigmarole over which I have had to constantly fight with them.  This fighting is over the expectations that they continually nag me to do which I keep telling them I can't do because of surprises like this.  My Fucking Father randomly telling me to go back to school?  How can I when I have to wake up as early as a goddamn farmer in order to do manual labor for their properties?  How can I find a steady job when I'm constantly trying to help My Fucking Mother understand what this letter means, or figure out why is her laptop acting the way it's acting, or find some long-lost letter for her, or type out a motherfucking text for her (with her adding something dumb because she wants to)?  All of this takes precious hours out of my day.  And I'm supposed to take a class on top of putting out all these goddamn fires for them?!  Fuck you!!!

I have to wake up in about 4 1/2 hours.  I'm tired, yet I can't sleep because I'm overwhelmed over what was dropped onto my lap 4 1/2 hours ago.  And I have to go to work after this!!!

Monday, March 14, 2016

Reason March Madness Sucks Now #2: The Play-In Games

I wanted to do this last year, but I'm going to do my best to start talking about it now.  Here is my unpopular, seriously minority opinion: The men's college basketball tournament now is a complete damn disaster.

How?  Really, how not?  Back in 2010, when CBS extended their broadcasting contract of the tournament for 14 years and a total of $10.8 billion in conjunction with Turner Sports (specifically the networks TBS, TNT and trüTV), little did I know that they would take what was the most perfect sports event in all of sport (and that includes the Super Bowl) and fuck it up in both competition and coverage.  It has become such a goddamn mess (two descriptions come to mind: "bloated" and "indulgent") that I really cannot watch the tournament anymore.  I have lost the joy of sitting down in front of the TV, turning on Channel 4 (the local CBS affiliate), and seeing the ball tipped for the first game of the tournament.  I have lost that joy partly because it's become a lot more fucking complicated than turning on the local channel and watching the first game, and I will do my best to delineate all the ways CBS and Turner have fucked this up before the tournament ends.

In the meantime I'm going to try and mow down my reasons.  I will do so in roughly chronological order.  That doesn't mean in order of importance; for some of these reasons I will get so furious I might let loose a couple of curse words, so heads-up.  I just know of no other way to organize my thoughts; that's how upset I am at how what was perfect became such a shitshow, and I mean that.

I in fact went back and edited my previous blog post because I figured that incorrectly calling the teams that didn't quite make it the First Four Out was one of the things that March Madness got wrong since the advent of this new contract.  It may not be directly CBS and Turner's fault, but it's close enough.  So this is the second reason why March Madness sucks -- what the NCAA wants to call the "First Four."

It used to be referred to as the "First Round," thus making the traditional start of the Big Dance, the games on Thursday and Friday, the "Second Round," even though when the field was 64 teams between 1985 and 2000 (and when there was a single Play-In Game from 2001 till the end of the old contract in 2010) it was called the "First Round."  And rightfully so.  Because 64 teams was and is the perfect number of teams for the tournament.  There are more than 300 teams in top-flight college basketball, so there is some incentive to do well in the regular season while having a wide-enough field to include all deserving teams.  More importantly, 64 teams means there are six rounds to produce a winner.  For virtually all of my life, that meant two games/rounds a weekend for three weekends.  Long enough to make this a unique event in global sport, yet short enough to not overstay its welcome.

And most important of all, at least to me (and this won't be the first time I rant against the way March Madness is now due to inscrutable reasons that may make sense only to me), 64 is a harmonious number.  All the teams that are invited have the same number of games they need to win the NCAA title.  But with this capricious extra round where eight teams have to play an extra game has upset, if not destroyed, that harmony.

I still don't understand the process to determine which eight teams have to play this "opening round" game.  Well, I do -- it's the four worst automatic qualifiers and the four worst at-large teams.  But how do you determine that?  I think that matters because for some reason the committee/NCAA/CBS/Turner has decided to make life difficult for eight teams by making them go all the way to Dayton 24-48 hours after they were told they needed to in order to play a game and then, if they win, send them to yet another city (close by, it's not as if they'll be so sinister as to send them to, say, Spokane, to take a regional city for this year's tourney) to play the "real" opening game of the tournament 48 hours after that.  I don't understand how that's fair.  In my humble opinion, it's just a way to add more games (and thus grab more ratings for Turner Sports, specifically trüTV, and that network is a clusterfuck in and of itself) without having to ask questions about whether or not the tournament is too big.  But it already is.

And we have to go back to the fairness thing.  I just don't like that the NCAA is calling all 68 teams tournament teams but making eight of them play an extra game before the traditional beginning of the Big Dance.  Not to say that people who fill out brackets should get the final say as to how many teams should be in the tournament.  But when you will out you bracket, you don't have to turn it in until Thursday, not Tuesday, thank God.  And you don't have to figure out whether you're going to choose Michigan or Tulsa, or Wichita St. or Vanderbilt.  No, that matchup is a combined entry (or a "coupled entry" in horse racing parlance) to face the team that actually made the tournament.  The hundreds of millions who fill out the bracket believe the tournament begins on Thursday, and no amount of team creep and repeatedly saying the teams playing before Thursday are actual tourney teams will change that fundamental fact.

Finally, I think some people will tell me to relax by pointing out that VCU played the Play-In Game in the 2011 tournament and that it didn't hurt them because they made it all the way to the Final Four.  OK, that's certainly impressive.  Don't forget to add La Salle, Tennessee and Dayton, all of which won a game beyond the Play-In.  But I don't see what I'm supposed to conclude from that.  Did those teams find extra motivation in this supposed "slight" to propel themselves past the Play-In Game?  Did this "handicap" turn into an asset by getting them into game shape before the other teams in the tournament?  If so, that is an undue advantage, and if so, why don't other teams, teams supposedly better than, say, Michigan or Wichita St., get to play a Play-In Game?  (Because then everybody plays an extra round and the field would expand to 128 teams.  Sure -- but that means that everyone has to win an equal number of games again.  Fine by me!)  And if that's not the case, that means that these extra games are what anyone with a scintilla of common sense knows these games in Dayton to be: Disadvantages, games that actually punish the teams singled out for these vestigial skin tags called contests.

And we might as well make the comparison: Why do these teams have to play these early games and not others?  Why Vanderbilt and not, say, Syracuse?  And something that really strikes me as unfair: Why do at-large teams that are seeded higher have to play an extra game when most low-seeded automatic bids from mid- and low-major conferences don't have to?  Why does, for example, Tulsa have to play a Play-In Game when, say, Cal State-Bakersfield or Buffalo doesn't?  Isn't the Green Wave a better team?  Can anyone really argue that the Green Wave aren't?  Shouldn't they then get a "bye?"  (And "bye" the way, if 60 teams get byes and eight don't, they're not "byes."  There's no such goddamn thing in that case.  They're in the tournament, and the other eight have to play into the tournament.  My God.)  And if they're not, how come they have a better seed?  It doesn't make sense to me, and I will call bullshit on anyone who says that it does, and it infuriates me that people aren't more up in arms about this non-reasoning.

These Dayton games introduce a whole new set of variables that are completely unnecessary.  You have sixty-four teams, more than enough to determine a rightful champion from one of them.  They all begin around the same time, they all have the same number of games to win, and if they do they are the champion.  That's it.  And that's all that it needs to be.  But the NCAA and/or the two broadcast behemoths decided to fuck that all up.  So it doesn't really begin on Thursday, it begins on Tuesday, on a channel that is completely unnecessary and is (mark my words) propped up because they get these games this week.  I don't want to tilt at windmills, so I can't really get all that excited about noon on Thursday anymore.

Hope that makes sense.  If you have any questions or arguments, let me know.  But I've ranted lone enough because I have so much else to bitch about.