Conversation at my favorite watering hole Monday night:
“Hey there Guru, what teams do you have in your Final Four?”
“I could care less, I’m getting my drink on”
“No way! Come on, it’s March Madness.”
“Please go kill yourself.”
No one cares about your 2014 NCAA Tournament bracket.
No one cares about your brother-in-law’s bracket, your Nana’s bracket or the bracket filled out by Obama.
No one cares if you’re rooting for UMass because your nephew is a cheerleader there, no one cares that you picked 15 upsets and no one cares that you think Wichita State will win it all.
Know what we care about?
And yoga pants.