I finished two classes worth of homework tonight and mentioned to the family that I was going to finish my brackets and go to bed. The 16 year old perks up with, “Oooh, I need to do one so I can win the Quicken Loans’ Billion Dollar Bracket Challenge at BetVictor
!” Yes, we know, he probably watches too much TV. Whatever take a look on beyond diet reviews and see for yourself.
So, he’s sitting on the love seat with a bracket and an orange highlighter, working some magic based on the following questions he’s asked me and comments he’s made:
- Where’s Albany? (Geography isn’t a focus in high school anymore and you can thank No Child Left Behind for that bullshit.)
- I want Harvard to win something.
- Yes, Memphis!
- Oooooh. I couldn’t decide between Creighton and LA-Lafayette.
- American, even though they suck. I really wish it was National American University.
- They have zero losses. I’ll pick that team.
- Him: “Mom, left or right?” His mom: “Right.”
- I hate Michigan. Secretly. (Explaining why he picked Wofford.)
He’s got some good upsets in there, although I think he might be up all night just getting past the first round. Or he may lose interest.
But just for posterity’s sake, here’s a picture of him with Maya Moore. You know, to prove his sportiness!