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My March Madness Brackets Have Me Rethinking If I’m A Basketball Genius

CHARLOTTE, NC - MARCH 16:  Isaiah Wilkins #21 of the Virginia Cavaliers reacts to their 74-54 loss to the UMBC Retrievers during the first round of the 2018 NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament at Spectrum Center on March 16, 2018 in Charlotte, North Carolina.  (Photo by Streeter Lecka/Getty Images) CHARLOTTE, NC – MARCH 16: Isaiah Wilkins #21 of the Virginia Cavaliers reacts to their 74-54 loss to the UMBC Retrievers during the first round of the 2018 NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament at Spectrum Center on March 16, 2018 in Charlotte, North Carolina. (Photo by Streeter Lecka/Getty Images) Photo of David Hookstead

9:37 AM 03/19/2018

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The results of my March Madness brackets have me thinking that I might not know as much about college basketball as I thought I did.

There aren’t many things I consider myself an expert on. I know how to shoot a gun reasonably well, have a decent grasp of the spread and power-I offenses, know how to crack a few cold beers and I thought that college basketball was right in my wheelhouse.

Well, my awful March Madness picks have me rethinking who I am entirely. Oh, I’m sure most of you are thinking that I’m overreacting. It’s probably even worse than you realize. My main bracket featured Virginia over Michigan State in the title game. You know what those two teams have in common? They’ll be watching the title game from their couches.

My backup bracket isn’t much better. That featured Duke over UNC in the title game. I might still be alive in that pool, but I’m life support.

Let’s not even get into how my wallet is looking these days after taking this shellacking. Last year, I cleaned up for March Madness. There was so much money falling from the sky on my brackets that I was wondering if I was in the twilight zone.

It’s safe to say that won’t be happening again this year. Not a chance. So, here I am as a 25 year old man questioning everything about my life. Five days ago I thought I was maybe the smartest man on the planet when it came to college sports. Now, I’m sitting here wondering what it even means to be me anymore.

Most people in my situation would just crumble, but I’m not most people. I’m David Hookstead, and I’ll be damned if I let a bad March Madness roll me. Stay tuned people because I have a sense this might all turn around before the fat lady sings, and by that I mean when Duke wins the whole thing.

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